Picture 1: I can’t even focus on the picture of me. Look at that background. HORRIBLE. Even now my fingers are twitching remembering how that fabric feels.
Picture 2: Ah.. velour shirts. How I miss those days. Abby reminds me of a young Julie Andrews in this picture. hah.
Picture 3: Where do I even begin here. First of all, looks like someone (read: mom.. yes you!) slipped with the scissors while cutting my bangs. Second.. ruffles, ruffles, so many ruffles! And hello – look at the eyebrows. They were monsters even back then. Little did I know that so much of my adult life would be spent trying to tame those things.
Picture 4: Another old one that made me look orange, so it’s been “sepia-fied!” Yes, this is me, Laura Ingalls wanna-be. I still remember those shoes. They DID pinch my toes.
Picture 5: I actually like this picture. I look sweet and innocent and not at all horrific (wait until you see my pre-teen pictures. YIKES)
Picture 6: Ah, my first black eye. And no, I didn’t get it by looking at the chair I was sitting on. Good grief. Why did people choose those fabrics??
Picture 7: My first day of school. Once again with the sailor girl outfits, and my dad seriously scares me in this picture. So do my knee socks.
