80s hair

I was digging through an old dresser in the basement, looking for watch parts for my latest piece, and ran across these three photos. They were bundled up like a little Pat Benetar troika; a Duran-Duran triptych; or maybe a Flock of Seagulls trio. I can't imagine why I put them all together? Maybe I prepared it as a little time capsule to freak myself out as a middle-aged woman? It worked.

I just can't resist sharing them. I especially enjoy the third one, where I obviously thought it was a good idea to comb my extreme pompadour. Was I trying to make it look, um, better? And oh, geez--check out the pony kegs filled with Special Export in those cheeks--woah!