As a teenager of the early ’80′s, you might expect that my first celebrity crush was a member of this musical group:
Great debates were held in our Grade 7 class about Duran Duran, and who was hotter: Simon, John or Nick? (None of the above, if you would have asked me at the time).
Just for the record: no one was cuter than Rob Lowe. (Tangent: he’s aged very well – like cheese).
As a sports fanatic at that time, I could have luvvved Mark Spitz:
Seven Olympic gold medals and a swimmer’s physique? Doesn’t get much more impressive!
But, no. The celebrity who stole my heart for the very first time was Steve Sax:
I know – who??? Well, between the ages of 11-14, I was the biggest sports fan, ever. I avidly followed NHL Hockey, NFL Football, Major League Baseball, Wide World of Sports - heck, if they had televised Poker back then, I probably would have enjoyed that.
Steve Sax came to my attention when he won Rookie of the Year honours in 1982. I cut out his picture from the newspaper, and literally, it was push-pinned to my bedroom bulletin board for a good four years. I would write out the Los Angeles Dodgers season schedule of games so that I would know what city he was playing in. The time he made a guest appearance on Square Pegs (hello, Sarah Jessica Parker!) – I almost couldn’t eat supper, so great was my anticipation of watching the show that evening.
Today, ♥ ♥ ♥ Heartthrob #1 ♥ ♥ ♥ turns 51. He, too, still looks mighty fine, if you ask me:
As I’ve mentioned, birthdays stick in my head for some reason…and I’ve never forgotten that January 29th is Steve Sax’s special day. (Always loved that he is also a January baby). I almost had a heart attack this morning when I realized 1982 wasTWENTY-NINE YEARS AGO. Gulp. In my head, I was thinking TWENTY.
I have no clue what
my sweetie pie my first flame is up to these days…but I DO know I’ve never forgotten that fluttery-heart feeling I got from adoring-from-afar my very first love interest.
Who was your first celebrity crush??
LAST KNITTING RANT, I PROMISE!
I’m losing my mind over the mindless knitting project.
This morning I figured out how to keep my lace pattern straight:
Awesome, right? A few minutes after I snapped this shot, I held the sleeve up to my arm. Unless my mom’s arms hang down past her kneecaps, there is NO. WAY. the sleeves are going to be the right length. So I ripped out all that lace at the top, there, and ripped out some of the plain knitting below that (note: I already had ripped out MORE of the plain knitting YESTERDAY when I realized the sleeves were looking long…).
So this is now Attempt #4 at getting the sleeve length correct, and about Round #14 (I lie not) for the lace decreases. I will prevail, darn it!!!