Table Topic Tuesday. 10/15.

Hi there, Tuesday. Feels like a good day for a Table Topic.

Here’s the question.


What do I miss? The 80s. In general. Scratch-n-sniff stickers. Ballet buns built with DEP & dippity do. Requesting songs on the radio. Sweet Valley High. The Babysitter’s Club. Lisa Frank Folders. Trapper Keepers. Double Dare. Mall Madness. Girl Talk. Heads Up 7-Up. My red & yellow Barbie Dream House.

Handwritten-note origami. Memorizing phone numbers. Memorizing choreography in my muscles. Letting a new music beat seep to my blood cells. Oh–and skate night! Teasing and coy with couple-skate partners on the outside. Fretting on how to hold their hand on the inside. Lock palms or lace fingers? Decisions, decisions.

I miss lifting my feet off of my bike pedals and flying down the hill on Hogan’s Run. Putting on matinee performances with my brother and sister in the Living Room Little Theatre. Spending blocks of hours–all-my-own hours–reading, writing and yaking on the phone.

I miss the best ride in Fantasyland.

Mr. Toad's Wild Ride
Disney Digression

Childhood is pure and easy and magic. And it’s more fun when you get to do it all over again.

My friends are up!

Lindsay says:

Better question: What don’t I miss about childhood? Even though my sister and I grew up in a couple different zip codes, our neighborhoods were always packed with kids, especially the cul-de-sac in Raleigh, NC. Not to brag, but we were sort of the cool house on the hill. It didn’t matter if it was before school, after school, in the blazing sun or under blankets of snow, all of us neighbor kids got together and played for hours. I also miss the amazing summers spent at my grandparents’ lake house in New Jersey. Morning tennis and swim lessons, my grandma’s famous waffles for lunch, playing Shark or Dibbles in the water all day long, getting ice cream at the Soda House, going to Song Service on Sunday evenings, then hanging out at the beach for hours afterward. Those lake days were the best days. That’s what my childhood was made of — as well as my mom’s and her mom’s too.

Javi misses 6. Here‘s why.

Lindsey says:

I have so many fond memories from Childhood…I think it is the ability to try so many new things in a carefree perspective. Changing activities was as easy as changing clothes. Adulthood seems so much more restrictive. It was dance lessons in the fall, playing softball in the spring. Cheerleading year round. Participating in choir, band, drama – you name it, I’m sure at one point I did it. There was no real worry in childhood. And making friends was so easy. Share your lunchable – instant BFFs. I guess it’s the simplicity of it which I miss. Oh – and nap time. We should totally bring that into adulthood with us. 🙂

Your turn. What do you miss about childhood?

Table Topic Tuesday. 7/30.

Gooood morning. It’s already Table Topic Tuesday time.


July 30th

My first thought was that there isn’t any incriminating evidence of my ridiculous fashion path–not digitally, anyway. But just in case–just for you–I asked my Mom if she had any pictures of my bangs. She did.

See, I’m a child of the 80s.

Disney Digression
Disney Digression

I layered a neon spectrum of scrunchy socks. And I still love fun socks.

I rocked the Blossom hat. And I still love wearing hats.

I pulled my T-shirts through a plastic circle to lock them in place. That tee tie may have been a fashion fail, but it was pure function.

And then there were the bangs. It started in elementary school.


And they got bigger.

Now, my Mom is a classy-chic lady. She’d never steer me wrong. No. Back then, those bodacious bangs were everything.

big bangs

Don’t feel guilty about laughing. I pitched a silly over this one. My bangs were so big, they had their own shadow. Minus that, I love everything else about this picture.

bang shadowI remember curling half of the bangs back and half of the bangs forward and then cementing them in place–on purpose.

I know that fashion is full-circle, but let’s hope this style wonder never comes round again.

Now that I’ve admitted my tress distress, it’s Lindsay‘s turn:

In my early years, I was quite the trend-setter… or so I thought. Before baggy jeans were cool, I sported them. Before the original black and white-striped Adidas sneaks were sported by every hipster in the halls, I told my mom I just had to have them. And waaaaay before those plastic, stretchy choker necklaces were coveted by all middle school girls, I made them happen — even in gym class. Yes, my style has evolved quite nicely over the years, and I’m sure I’ll look back in 10 or 15 more years and curse the day I bought wedges. But you just never know.

I have to know–what so-cool trends trapped you?