I wrote about this 1980s floral shirt when I wore it in 2010.
Since then, it’s become my “hairstyling” shirt. As I mentioned yesterday, I own very few button-front shirts, so every time superstar hairstylist Julie Matos gives me one of her elaborate updos for a party or event, I wear this shirt so that I don’t have to mess up my hair taking off a pullover when I dress for the evening.
After months of searching, I managed to find a photo of the shirt from June 1986. It happens to be from the same London trip I wrote about in the 2010 post.
I had hair gel in that bag from Harrods — I wrote that on the back of the photo. Hey, I was serious about keeping my hair upright in the mid-’80s, and the U.K. had great products. As for the rest of the photo, I thought at first that it showed me wearing the single, watch-parts earring that I still have and posted in 2012, but upon further study, I realize that it was another earring that looked like ancient coins. I don’t seem to have that one anymore, but it was one of my favorites.
Along with the floral shirt photo, I found another photo from the trip, showing me posing with a souvenir punk doll. You can glimpse her orange mohawk and tartan bondage pants in the picture. My traveling companion and I named the doll Edie Enema. If you look closely at my outfit, you can see I’m wearing the black lace-up Peter Fox booties that I wrote about here. It’s a little hard to discern them against the striped, Wicked-Witch-of-the-East tights, but they’re there.
I wonder what happened to Edie Enema. Hmm. Maybe she’ll show up one of these days, like these photos!
I loooove your old photos. Hey, I know that shirt! We’re friends. I think you need to pull those stripey tights out again! Do you still have that doll?
I can’t find Edie Enema 🙁
Patti @ NotDeadYet Style says
I love the tales of your clothes! Fab shirt.
Everything tells a story!
Do you remember where you bought that shirt??
My mother got it for me in France!
That's Not My Age says
The floral shirt looks better now, I really like the top outfit. And back in the mid-eighties I was serious about keeping my hair upright too.
The higher the hair, the closer to God.