In honor of flashback Friday, this week we turn to the photographic record–which (thanks to fire that consumed two different childhood homes) is pretty sparse. I apologize in advance for the image quality. They are copies of copies of, etc. But I did find irrefutable proof I existed in miniature (and bald) form:
Also proof that my bad hair days started at a young age:
And that I really was, for a time, an alien:
And did I ever mention that I wore REALLY big glasses (not to mention ’90’s hair in all it’s glory):
It took me until 10th grade to realize that I could safely navigate my way to the photographer’s chair without my spectacles, and thereby avoid the entire issue. Apparently I also discovered lipstick:
That’s pretty much it, until I got married. A few snapshots here and there (cameras weren’t a common possession then, like they are now) none of which I have the umph to go find at the moment.
I’ve been told twice now in two weeks that my daughter and I look like twins. I think it’s just that we have similar bone structure, and long hair. Some day I’ll have to post a m/d picture and let you be the judge. PSPheonix did a few days ago, and it brought tears to my eyes, they were so beautiful. As for now, enough procrastinating the real labors of the day…