I sat down to write something really profound and beautiful and then I was all like nah, let's make fun of myself in old school photos. So much more entertaining right? I snagged a few of these out of my mom's scrapbooks (sorry mom I put them back). Why do I have this gut wrenching feeling that I'm so going to regret this post?
Oh well, lets take a look at the first one shall we?
I like to call this piece "First Grade: Sandals Jamaica". Doesn't the large wicker chair scream "put me on the mantel"? Gotta love it. And then the outfit. Which by the way was not coordinated to go with the scenery, sadly that was just purchased and hung in the closet along side the overall collection. You just never know when you might need a hot pink and lime green sailing outfit do you?
Oh and lets breeze on down to the next portrait titled "Moving cattle with large bangs and braces".
Oh my stars. I do believe that this qualifies as a "Fierce Hot Mess". Thankfully the picture is only from the chest up and is eliminating the humility of the penny loafers that are strapped to my feet. Yes I do believe that you will not be seeing any of these items on any episode of Project Runway.
And I think I'll save myself the humiliation of the 80's Glamor Shot pictures. I do want to keep some dignity.