Oh, for a simpler time, the 1980s, when the height of chic was a Swatch watch (with rubber protector of course), when high-tech meant a boom box with two cassette players. Herein, the stuff Gen X-ers, asleep tucked all snug in their Lanz flannel nightgowns, dreamed of for the holidays in the ‘80s.
The more, the better. Layer them on like an armful of bangles! How did a company make us so very insanely into telling time? Of course we were telling so much more than time — we were telling you that we were cool and that we did not for one second regret getting the white one whose band turned green and disgusting.
If your school was anything like mine, there was a girl in your class who brought in three Cabbage Patch Kids still in their boxes for show and tell. Meanwhile, our parents were having their noses broken in brawls over the last remaining girl with red braids down at K-B Toys.
Before the advent of down sweaters and performance fleece, there were CB jackets. Even if you didn’t ski, you lusted after one.
Evidently you still can’t get your mitts on a pair of L.L.Bean duck boots, even 30 years after I swore I’d run away if I didn’t find a pair (navy, the shoe type, to wear with my puffy socks and stirrup pants thank you very much) under the tree. I got them, and so I never had to make good on my promise.
Who else had a pair of downmarket “Palmetto’s,” those Guess? wannabes with the same triangle on the back pocket except with a little palm tree instead of the real logo? Remember when designer jeans cost $50?
We were a Colecovision family, truth be told, but at everyone else’s house, it was Frogger on Atari or it wasn’t a slumber party. There were those strange fringe characters who had Intellivision, but we won’t talk about them.
I would have given away my entire sticker collection just to stand next to a girl who knew the girl who had the Benetton “B” sweater — or any Benetton sweater for that matter. The popular girls with their Kissing Coolers lip gloss and L’Oreal Studio Line-moussed bangs had these sweaters. I am not promising I’m not going to stalk one on eBay.
The Docksider had nowhere to go but up! You had to tie the laces in that little coiled knot — a regular bow was not acceptable.
It was a nylon purse made out of ripstop nylon. Why did we love them so? I had a cobalt blue one and I looked so damn cool carrying it crossbody I could hardly part from my reflection in the full-length mirror.
Remember when we’d do anything Madonna said?
You could walk around and listen to music privately. This was the most insane invention since the cassingle. Auto-reverse was key so you could have 90 full minutes of uninterrupted listening. Later we’d graduate to the yellow Sports Walkman that was allegedly waterproof.
There were a handful of brands that telegraphed forever cool in the ‘80s, and Esprit was one of them. I had a pale yellow tunic top with French phrases written all over it in different typefaces. It was pretty hideous. But those brightly colored geo sweaters that came down to your knees, with a side pony and French-cuffed jeans… heavenly.
They are still selling these at the hip shoe store in my Brooklyn neighborhood, but they are not selling them in lavender, which was the most beautiful shade of all for your moccasins in my fourth-grade class.
Because we wanted to look outdoorsy and rosy-cheeked, like we hailed from the Shetland Islands, even though we were American kids sitting in study hall trying to get a ballpoint pen to write on the cover of that denim-ish three-ring binder everyone had. A white turtleneck underneath was the perfect complement — even better if that white turtleneck was covered in some cutesy pattern, like hearts.
It was a rubber shoe you could wear in the water! And if you were living 1000 miles from the water and had no reason for a beach shoe, you could very chicly wear a jelly shoe with a fluorescent bobby sock and a miniskirt and look pretty darn awesome.
You too could be Laura Ingalls Wilder in a floral-print Laura Ashley dress worn to the band concert with a petticoat peeking out from under the hem! Bonus points if you had brown lace-up boots to complete the look. Covered wagon not included.
What else were you going to bring outside to blast Depeche Mode on while you and your sister choreographed a dance you would later perform for an audience of your mom?
Come on, these are still cool. It was a disc! You didn’t have to load the film!
Some people in the ‘80s actually took jazz dancing lessons — they legitimately had a reason to wear jazz shoes. The rest of us could just hope against hope we might get a pair that we would then have to scuff up and break in in secret so no one knew we weren’t capable of a single move from the Baryshnikov/Hines duet from White Nights.
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