Orange County Nesties
Dear Community,
Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
nightmarish flashbacks
from one of my favorite blogs, sorry it's a bit long. but hello? crimping irons, matching scrunchy socks, matching hair bows, hypercolor shirts, puffy paint! reminds me of 5th/6th grade. ack!
http://www.missdoxie.com/2007/09/day_three_darli.html
I totally had chili pepper earrings, too. 
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Re: nightmarish flashbacks
With all the neon colors, leggings, hairbows, side ponytails, Flashdance necklines, vests over t-shirts and belted oversize shirts I saw yesterday, I felt like my 7th grade closet was slapping me in the face at every turn. I know that 80s styles are back in force with today's teens, but I had no idea how much so until I saw hundreds of them congregated in one area.
Since I had to wear a uniform in elementary school, my crimes of fashion were limited in the 80s. I was a huge 90s offender though.
Oh the horror. All my "aunts" and older brothers girlfriends kept wanting to do my hair and buy me outfits. It was a living breathing cabbage patch kid.
There's many a polariod photo of me at 5 years old with an afromullet, white cowboy boots, and pink bedazzled jackets w/ fringe.