Gawd, sometimes I just get reminded by a smell, sight or sound of something from my younger days (not that I’m, like, a hundred or anything) and I think “Damn, I miss that.” So I thought I’d compile a list so I don’t forget things that once gave me pleasure.
Shaun Cassidy’s first album. Ahhh, Da Doo Ron Ron anybody? Oh 1977, how could you be more than thirty years ago???
Jean Nate bath splash – can’t you just smell it now? Or at least picture the chick on horseback in the advertisements? What was her deal anyway? Or am I confusing Jean Nate commercials with douche commercials? Either way, aaaaaah. “Jean Nate. Jean Nate.”
Corkies – the greatest shoes ever. I want some now. There were the high high ones and the medium. My mom finally broke down and got me the medium after months of begging and I still promptly fell on my ass.
Pop Rocks, Hot Tamales, Lemonheads, Lik-M-Aid (Fun Dip) – all insanely delicious candy. And I never had cavities as a kid so SUCK IT “no sugar” moms!
Avon Lip Gloss – remember the ones that came in an Oreo cookie or a set of lips or a strawberry? Someone could make a boatload of money if they brought that back. Obviously not me because I’m very lazy. But I do just happen to be full of great ideas.
Wacky Packs – Particulary 8th series containing You Bum coffee etc. I still comb ebay to get a hold of some but I don’t feel like spending 1000 dollars to relive one summer of my youth.
Black Jack Gum (and that Clove flavored kind) anyone noticing a sweets theme here? Whatever. Stop judging.
Dittos and Chemin De Fer Jeans - one word: HAWT!
Construction paper – There’s just something about the way a big brand new pad of colorful construction paper feels in your hand and the way it smells. I certainly am not artsy and couldn’t draw my way out of a paper bag but I do love construction paper.
The smell of jet fuel – It’s not that I haven’t been around airplanes in the last few years but there’s something about the way that jet fuel smelled to me growing up. It smelled like traveling and adventures and…okay who am I, Huck Finn? I’ll stop.
Tab – best. soda. ever. Diet Coke comes a close second but there is nothing like the sweet taste of saccarin to really take you back. I forced myself to like it in junior high (at the beginning of my de rigeur eating disorder) and never turned back.
Levi 501’s – The only jeans I would wear growing up. They really were flattering on everyone. Of course everything would be fine until some dude showed up in a pair of 509’s and ruined the whole look.
Deenie – Is it just me or did this Judy Blume book almost make you want to have scoliosis? I still love you Judy!!
Push up pops – fine I’ve got a big butt and think about food a lot. Moving on.
my Sony Walkman – I was addicted to my Walkman for a large portion of the 80’s. I was never far from my Flock of Seagulls, Manfred Mann and Breakfast Club soundtrack cassette tapes for a good five years.
Cowboy boots – I don’t know why these went out of style. The only time I’ve ever felt I owned some downright kick ass footwear is when I wore my black leather cowboy boots. Please make a come-back. I beg of you.
Bonnie Bell lip gloss – I realize this is still attainable but it’s not the same. I don’t want Skittles flavored lip gloss, I want 7-Up. And I want it in the big size, fuckers.
Scented magic markers – Write my name with a pen that smells like maple sugar? Yes please.
Don’t leave me hanging, tell me some of yours!