I really planned on having this posted Friday morning. Alas, the best laid plans and all that shit. Well, better Nate than lever I suppose.
I'd like to start this particular trip down memory lane by saying I am well aware these are not exactly embarrassing photos of me. Here's the deal, as I told ya'll I was tall and mega early on the developmental front, so my most awkward years were 3rd to 6th grade. Once I hit Jr. High at 13 I already had my braces off and frankly a body I had no idea what to do with, cause back then I was a good girl. Uh huh, I was. Of course that's not to say these photos aren't completely hilarious for the 80's hair and fashion alone.
Now on with the show...
Okay, let's start with a good one, 7th grade. I remember this being the "everyone else is wearing makeup" stage, and the classic mom response being "I'm not everyone else's mom". But in retrospect she was right, look how sweet, innocent and fresh faced I was. Rest assured that although now I see it as a good picture, at 13 I am sure I HATED IT!
Hello 1984, the year of preppy and the Kristy McNicol 'do. Apparently 8th grade was also the year mom relented on the makeup issue. Hmmm, I'm thinking the a'natrual look was much better. Could that be pink eyeshadow to match my FAKE Polo? I'm guessing the el'cheapo Polo didn't have a sturdy enough collar to stand up on it's own.
Good news, the makeup application has gotten better. And nice twist-a-beads to match my shirt, no? Wow, the hair has gotten bigger and more plasticy, which was a good thing then. I believe the destruction of the ozone layer can be traced back to this exact day.
And this is where the school photos apparently end. Now I know pictures were taken, as I have yearbooks to prove it. And my mother has lovely framed copies of my senior portraits at her house, but I haven't come across any in my own personal belongings. I'm guessing because I hated them. Well, not the senior pictures they were actually very good. But never fear dear readers I have plenty of snapshots and those are often even better.
My Sweet 16 Party. Not exactly MTV fare, but there were balloons, banners and a lovely cake my mommy made. My parents even hired some friends to d-jay the party for me. And that's all a girl could ask for. Well, except possibly some reliable fashion advice. Why am I wearing an outfit that looks like a 60 year old leather faced grandma would wear it for a walk on the beach? And good grief Charlie Brown what is that thing around my neck? Surely it's much too large and ugly and looks like it contains a BIRD to be called a necklace.
ps Make sure to check out the multi colored blinds, I know they are easy to miss with everything else going on there.
pps Note I have no feet but you can see the balloons touching the ceiling. Consistantcy people.
WARNING: MULLETS AHEAD - turn back now while you can....
This is me and my niece at her baptism. I am her god mother. What I'd like to draw your attention to is not the she mullet, but my waist. I was almost 17 here. I know that all through high school I thought I was fat, all my friends were tinier than me. Um hello, 17 year old self, a 25 inch waist and scales that barely tip 100lbs NOT FAT! Get over yourself!
This was my 17th birthday, my parents took me, my boyfriend, my BFF and her boyfriend to Busch Gardens for the day. And without even knowing it we created what I believe to be possibly the most perfect picture of 1987. Girl mullet? Check. Pastel clothing? Check. Over priced tank top from Limited? Check. Two different colored pairs of socks layered? Check. With hightops? Check. Hoop earrings and watch that match pastel shorts? Check. And that was all just ME!
And I'll leave you with that one, because really? It can't be topped!