Friday, November 13, 2009

Friday Flashback - Actually happening on a Friday which is somewhat amazing when you consider my track record.

This week's photographic gems come from a time in my life archaeologists will call the SSLJ Era. (Short Skirt Long Jacket.)  Actually, most of my life fits within that era, but whatever. It's my signature look.

Pay no nevermind to the strange forced smile here. I was probably trying not to kick this dog's ass. (You're probably asking yourself, "But where's the skirt?"  Look closely, now. Can you see it? There, under the long jacket?)

I was in advertising sales for a cable company. To answer your question, why yes, it totally sucked, was a DREAM JOB.  I lived with my pal who was in law school, her cat named 8-Ball, and the aforementioned nutjob pyschopathic killer beagle, Opie.

We rented a cute little brick house with a big crabapple tree and our days were filled with bliss. Actually, our days were pretty shitastic because she was in law school and I was trying to sell ads on cable TV which is almost nearly as exciting as trying to sell ads in the fricking phone book.  But our nights?
Actually pretty fun.

First of all, we not only had a papasan chair...we also had a papasan COUCH - which equals, if you're following ENTIRE PAPASAN ENSEMBLE.  An entire room of furniture made overseas (fancy!) and imported...(like caviar!)for less than $300 retail. Not that we paid retail. Behold it, if you dare, in all of it's pinkness.

We also had a fireplace.  With a fire in it. Lucky ducks.

Here we are at our sweet pad entertaining friends... including a cute cowboy that will someday become Big Dude, and my ol' friend Harvard Barbie. Who I'm sure returned back to Harvard thoroughly impressed with a) our pink papasan couch - they don't have that kind of classy stuff back East..., b) my fancy choice of beverage - Keystone Light in a can, and c) the beagle hair on her ass from sitting on the pink papasan couch.

Here you'll see a depressed psychopathic beagle off his meds and pouting because humans are using his papsan furniture, so he's having to use a dog bed like a common-everyday-dog. Please note in background me in my other outfit of choice; Short Skirt Long Sweater. Perfect for Cowboy-Catchin', should you be interested.

Also please note the small black head under the beagle chin. See the little feline ears perfectly framing his jowls? That would be 8-Ball. They had somewhat of an unnatural relationship. And that's all I'm going to say about that.

Like all things, except teenage vampire book series apparently, the time in the cute brick house came to an end. Our cool fireman landlord decided to sell the house. It probably took him longer than he expected to sell it, but that's only because some terrible vandals kept removing the "For Sale" sign out of the yard. It would mysteriously end up in all kinds of weird places...sometimes at far away cable companies for example.

Alas, it did eventually sell, but we figured if the sold sign wasn't there, they couldn't make us move. We congratulated the Realtor's diligence, perserverance and top-notch marketing skills by giving him a little promotion down at the local post office.

I circled "United" so you'd know it was the US Post Office, but really it just looks like an aircraft warehouse. But it's not. Really. It's the post office. Which is kind of federal property, which makes defacing it with a real estate sign a felony, probably. So pretend that you never saw this. Mkay?


  1. That's a cute house and a nice doggy.

  2. Did you own a white Chrysler LeBaron?

    I love the cat and the dog. Our new kitten is like that with Sally.

  3. No matter what In Style magazine says, I will never wear a long loose jacket with shoulder pads again. Those days were special. To bring back the trend would be to deface the memories. Kind of like bringing back acid-washed jeans rolled at the ankles.

  4. Oh Jesus, will our similarities never end? Trish and I had a papasan chair in our apartment in Iowa City our sophomore year in college. Ours was a blue floral pattern and we fought about who got to sit in it when we had company over. I think Trish just got rid of it a few years ago. I also went through the SSLJ/S phase. It lasted most of the eighties and well into the nineties. And nothing says stylish like white tights dude! 'Cept maybe suntan panty hose (not that I'd know anything about that either). Oh, I'm so glad you are posting Friday Flashbacks. They crack me up!!!!!

  5. Libby...nope, white Tercel. With a cupholder armrest. And I used a machete to cut through red tape.
    Heather...Ah, shoulder pads. Pure genius! What's better than a blazer and shoulder pads? Goucho boots, that's what!
    Tracey...Somehow I just KNEW you had a papasan chair.

  6. Long power jackets, short skirts, think it's an ad-sales thing? I've since graduated to the long power jacket and tailored pants look, but still....well, when I'm not going for the vest, T-neck and suede jacket look....can suede ever be 'power suit?' Hmmmmm...



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