tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672325848119611491.post4889702970950516966..comments2023-06-21T04:47:44.740-06:00Comments on little girl :: big glasses: No longer content to blog about blogging, I am now posting about posters.Little Girl::Big Glasseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03086028286030512394noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672325848119611491.post-85678550080941077152009-07-20T10:00:43.804-06:002009-07-20T10:00:43.804-06:00I remember that lip poster. Wow, talk about old ti...I remember that lip poster. Wow, talk about old times<br /><br />Jessica - tmhMouthy Housewifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05618503748098564030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672325848119611491.post-66233750317258363152009-07-20T07:54:03.283-06:002009-07-20T07:54:03.283-06:00Okay. Let's see... I had MJ, but the poster of...Okay. Let's see... I had MJ, but the poster of the Thriller album cover. Also Depeche Mode, and Wham! Other than those, my room was basically wallpapered with fold-outs from teen mags of the day (oh god, I just remembered the Ricky Schroeder Teen Mag centerfold!) and cool pictures I ripped out of my mom's Vogue.I really wanted a huge Madonna poster and the guy with the speaker, but my mom wouldn't spring for them.KJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08490843203917062841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672325848119611491.post-88244195437786481032009-07-14T11:07:02.904-06:002009-07-14T11:07:02.904-06:00Silkscreen - Jim Morrison - above the bead! He wa...Silkscreen - Jim Morrison - above the bead! He was so cool and mysterious until I saw the movie with Val Kilmer in the early 90's and it ruined everything - loser!<br />-spanxyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672325848119611491.post-65197737292644414782009-07-12T22:39:41.894-06:002009-07-12T22:39:41.894-06:00I had Rick Springfield. And that other soap opera...I had Rick Springfield. And that other soap opera guy that tried to be a singer, Jack something or other. Wagner, maybe? Obviously a major influence into my adulthood. And many, many versions of the kitten posters. All from Scholastic book orders with the signature creases. But I remember drooling over the uncreased versions in mall shops. Do they even sell posters in mall shops anymore? Maybe right next door to Pottery Barn?Becky W.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07911688333969260163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672325848119611491.post-36698945971000182852009-07-09T09:23:09.951-06:002009-07-09T09:23:09.951-06:00Menudo, Tiffany, and Debbie Gibson. With a little...Menudo, Tiffany, and Debbie Gibson. With a little Too Short thrown in for good measure, til my dad said no way on Too Short. But whatever. As an adult, I am still not over the poster thing, because it was so short lived at my house. So now I have a huge Bob Marley in my living room. Take that padre!Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05649954118674570792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672325848119611491.post-73628930082103949512009-07-09T04:37:00.375-06:002009-07-09T04:37:00.375-06:00I never understood why my Mom didn't want me p...I never understood why my Mom didn't want me plastering my walls with Shaun Cassidy and ANdy Gibb posters with whatever means of stick I could find. (Read: Masking tape, strapping tape, duct tape....gum!) She actually had my closet doors fitted with cork so that I could push pin my collection of hearthrobs be it New Edition, Prince or the the Snoopy poster I hadn't gotten rid of from earlier days. I further cluttered my lair with my collection of buttons. The ones I swapped on a daily basis with friends and adorned my PePe jean jacket with. One of which was no other than MJ. I should list it on eBay...it will probably get me enough to send the kids to college? (NOT!)Monicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09281064547219858748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672325848119611491.post-32837536413313415772009-07-08T19:56:03.950-06:002009-07-08T19:56:03.950-06:00LGBG neglected to mention that the very best part ...LGBG neglected to mention that the very best part of her crib’s walls wasn’t MJ or Tim Currry’s lips. She already had the super cool attic room with sloped walls and secret hiding places in an old farmhouse. Imagine now how one day, I stopped by after basketball practice to find her wallpapering all of her walls with red, yellow, blue and black electrical tape cut into tiny geometrical shapes. Holy s*#t! The only spots not covered with tape had one of the aforementioned posters. I was blown away given that her mom usually wouldn’t let her go anywhere after dark, but she let her totally trash her walls. (Of course now that I’m the mother of teenage daughters, I totally get it – let ‘em make their room cool so they want to spend time there rather than at the party down the street. And I recently read Randy Pausch’s book in which he implored parents to let kids express their creative selves on their bedroom walls.) So LG’s Mom was actually an awesome parent, even though I didn’t know it at the time. But anyway, LGBG had the absolutely coolest room of anyone I know. Can’t imagine getting all that tape off, but that’s a different post I’m sure. Come on LG – show us some pictures.pjnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672325848119611491.post-16292446052126029092009-07-08T13:27:44.033-06:002009-07-08T13:27:44.033-06:00I did the whole "anti-establishment" thi...I did the whole "anti-establishment" thing and hung all my posters crooked. I had Guns N Roses, Maddonna and when I was in high school I had Nirvana and Deion Sanders. My kids both have posters in their rooms (Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers for my daughter and Tony Romo and Spiderman for my son), but I think it's more because I told them they were cool. Wishful thinking, I suppose :(Merritthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06097557094270607456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672325848119611491.post-48076766748177250562009-07-08T10:31:26.144-06:002009-07-08T10:31:26.144-06:00Oh gosh, I had a kind of fake tapestry thing with ...Oh gosh, I had a kind of fake tapestry thing with a unicorn or something? That was a whole other level of geeky. Also, let's see, Rick Astley? I should just end this confession here.Newthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16517611200405647990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672325848119611491.post-27624660018502711832009-07-08T10:02:58.616-06:002009-07-08T10:02:58.616-06:00I had the Dukes of Hazard(the guys, daisy and the ...I had the Dukes of Hazard(the guys, daisy and the car). I also had Michael Jackson, Madonna, a slew of English bands (remember the dead milkman?) and a playgirl male centerfold that I hid between my matresses. But none of them made it on my walls. I grew up in a decorated bedroom and wasn't allowed to put holes in the heavily embossed ivory wallpaper that clad my walls. In fact, I can remember only one thing being hung on my walls. An oil painting that my mom purchased of a girl and a horse in a dark wood frame.Sonjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16818407345447504492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6672325848119611491.post-50849035209901561972009-07-08T08:01:48.761-06:002009-07-08T08:01:48.761-06:00I had that Michael Jackson poster. I also had an e...I had that Michael Jackson poster. I also had an entire wall devoted to Depeche Mode. Yeah, I was got AND geeky.Logical Libbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00107961721466815295noreply@blogger.com