Seriously tacky and grim...

[TornFromTheInside]

Inspired by a thread about hygiene - carpets in kitchens and toilets, I thought it could be interesting to recall some of the diabolical tat from the past.

Can I call Bridesmaid?! Emerald green, with puffy sleeves please!

Just think of the wedding gift list....you have it sorted already!

Love this thread just for the fun nostalgia!
Ladykylie is this one? (Cringes at the black glass surface and Aldi candle 😂)

Oh this thread has brought back memories although I was growing up with these in mid-late 80s.
Spider plants hanging from shell plant pot, the sofa with the wooden arms plus the more DIY roller skates. Ooh and the blankets with cute design.
I actually love flocked wallpaper reminds me of my grandparents home.

We had the China shire horses with the carts. They sat on the top of our tv. I was never allowed to play with them even though I was dying to!

Keep the thing in the sink that ate the bones was called a waste disposal unit IRC, a mascerator chops up poo for loos that are not near outside walls. My exMil was very proud of her WDU, I was bloody frightened of it.

Mascerators works on loos and kitchens. Different design but same function.

Claw001 - bugger bridesmaid, I want you to be MoH. Now, start organizing my hen (I want a national tour of antiques and retro places and for the hens to all chip in cash so I have an unlimited budget to buy tat for my man, please)
You can wear what you like, though.

Just think of the wedding gift list....you have it sorted already!
OMG! This is about the only time we'd be able to get away with a REALLY prescriptive and long gift list without earning the derision or "CF" accusations from the rest of MN!

Elephant, yeah, I was quite scared of my aunt's too. She was quite proud of hers as well.

You could always go for a Princess Anne style dress , use the big sleeves to scoop up all those vol au vents.

I think those little ceramic animals earlier on were Wade .

Bloody ornaments! My mum had a Lladro obsession

The little animals are whimsies I think.

Right you bunch of amateurs - I give you these horrors:

For those who don't know, they were t-shirts that changed colour with body temperature. So instead of managing to hide when you were having a hot flush, or starting to sweat, the exposed it to the world, and we BOUGHT them. Worst still, I even had a pair of shorts in this stuff - what the hell was a thinking - a teenage boy in Global Hypercolour shorts. (shudder)

And I give you these (gladly!) - My mum had these - oh the shame.
Not the lovely colours to compliment our shiny white uPVC windows which were quite a thing in the early 80s.

What with our sliding patio door on a FRONT porch to match.

And these beauties - sunstrips on the windscreen with people's names.

For years, I thought my GF was called nasuS until I realised I was reading it from inside.

These specialist devices allowed a car to actually go faster in the hands of a skilled young driver.
Whilst they may have increased acceleration from 0-60 to as fast as 20 seconds - they also managed to make your credibility fall from 'not much' to 'sod all' in the time it took to fit them.

Oh, and whilst I'm at it - this disgrace was commonplace in the early 80's alone with 'stonewashed' jeans.

The disgrace went by the name of 'shrink to fit' jeans. In a bath of cold water, I can assure you that there was more shrinkage than was anticipated.
I blame Thatcher for this - a national waste of water on a grand scale in the home of millions of teenagers.

keep 80’s hen night ok with you?

Crimped hair, neon top (the all in one type, with poppers underneath, a fucker if you are allergic to nickel!) a ‘L’ stuck to your back, bride to be sash and leg warmers?

Strippers? A glass of Asti? Dancing round our handbags?

No home was complete without an Oojammaflip.
“It’s a dolly of a trolly.”

Love and had drinks with trolley and hostess trolley.

Those plastic door things wow

And I've not finished yet - not by any stretch of the imagination...

New Romantics. There was nothing new about it. Nor was it romantic.
Where did these people buy such clothes?
(If you're still in the market for this nonsense, you'll be best served routing through your local amateur dramatics costume wardrobe.)

Really, it was a national tragedy. It took a young person 7 hours to dress in order to go out for 2 hours. All those wasted hours lost. And whilst they were out, they couldn't actually move, because the damn costumes were too restrictive.

I have posted the female version only, as the male version was identical.

I remember going into a jeans shop in the late 70s early 80s and the male assistant wanting to come and help in the changing room. ERR NO !
The jeans were really tight and my friend used to lie on the floor and use a coat hanger to pull up her zip.! She had shrunk them in the bath as above .

Oh jeans! Frayed at the bottom, which you did yourself! Wash a few times and end up with more fray than jeans!

Grolsch Lager tops on your shoes, fuck you Bros and my manipulated young mind, for making me look like a total knob!

Nice look Torn . No bra !

We had these too - not the same doorframe, but full height fluted glass death traps doors.
I very much doubt they were safety glass - just so damn thick you'd struggle to break one.

The disadvantage was that I lived in a world of constant double vision looking through these beauties.

Fluted? I think anybody wanting this nonsense can so and whistle!

I had not noticed the lack of a bra. Her eyes caught my attention and I never looked beyond them.