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.
If I remember right, that chair with the horrible fabric – grampa bought it at an auction. Back then, you took what you got. It was a great rocker!
Why is the ladder up in the tree in your first day of school picture. Had you tried to get away?
You are too hard on yourself. You were adorable – of course, I might be seeing things through orange colored glasses!