OK Sarah threw down the gauntlet, and I have decided to accept the challenge. Sorry if this is more than you wanted to see, but they are all so awkward, I couldn't decide what to leave out. These aren't in chronological order.
I started out cute.
But man, adolescence was cruel to me. I mean it was certainly cruel to everyone, but I didn't grow out of it until college. I should point out that I went to college with 2500 other nerds, so maybe grew out of it is a relative term.
Cabbage Patch Kid
I chose this picture because despite the boy-scout standard issue haircut, you can still tell I'm a girl (I think it's the lipstick). In the other pictures I look so much like a little boy that you would have called shenanigans when I said they were pictures of me.
Which is why my mom started perming my hair. Oh misery.
I am sorry to say that the poodle perm doesn't even hold a candle to the monstrosity I was responsible for when I was allowed to choose my own hairstyle.
I am bereft that I don't have the following year's picture. I was wearing a black bowler hat and had banana curls framing my face. I looked like an Hasidic
I thought this coordinated ensemble was the tops. That's right. I wish you could see the shorts more clearly. They are cut off jean shorts with huge ruffles sewn in. I had several pair.
I was every bit the ham and picture whore back then as I am now.
This one is actually really cute, I wanted to include it because Jill's in it too. We were so doofy
(well I guess we still are).
Look at this picture and tell me you are surprised that no one tried to shag me until college. I guarantee there's
-yang necklace hidden under that shirt.
I cracked up when I found this picture, that look on Jill's face is classic.
My mom had painted my bedroom walls a very bright coral color. It gave me wicked headaches so one day when she was at work Jill and I painted the walls a calming sea green. Turns out the ceiling was pink, you just couldn't tell because the walls were so bright. The room looked like a big watermelon, so to complete the look we painted black seeds on the pink ceiling. When my mom got home from work she lost her shit. I moved out ten years ago and she has redecorated he whole house, including that room, but she told me she just couldn't paint over it, so the watermelon stands.
Shooting a Gun
I think this is the prized jewel of the collection. Those velvet stretch pants had a matching headband (the stuffed puffy kind). I am especially excited about those sunnies. Oh, the 80's.