Big Damn Hair

Three little monkeys ready for a night on the town. Ahhh, the 80s: my hair was big and my ass was small. Yes, it's true: my hair was bigger than my ass. I met Cheryl and Susan at a singles' group when I first moved to town. They both found keepers; I did not. (Or maybe I wasn't marriage material.) I have never had any fashion sense, but have latched onto people whose style I admired, and copied their style (or tried to). If my friend wore jeans, a shiny pastel t-shirt and a little evening purse... then so did I.