Had a great time last weekend at lifeline Book Fair with Ruby. Among other fabulous finds was the movie Pretty in Pink for $1 (in VHS video form it's true but doesn't that make it all the more nostalgic?? Okay, no - cross with self for not getting there earlier before all the good DVDs were gone...). The weather was abysmal - sleeting rain, dark skies and the coldest temperature ever recorded for a spring day in Canberra - perfect for cuddling up in front of the TV with a feel good movie though Col was in a gruelling bike competition.
I had forgotten how good "Pretty in Pink", was. The acting is genuinely good and Andrew McCarthy's cuteness really does transcend that awful hair do (or is that just me getting old?). No doubt the best part though were the clothes and the settings. Annie Potts apartment was to die for (in Memphis style) and possibly even responsible for the obsession I've had with leopard print half my life now. As for Molly Ringwald her outfits brought back memories of the floral waistcoat bought with my first ever pay as a KFC host, at $4.95). So much to love about this film will probably watch it again soon.
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