For Your Viewing Pleasure…
1) Hi! I’m back from self-imposed blackout. For now, anyways.
2) My darling friend (the Darce-Meister, over at Life at the White House) tagged me in her old school photo postings. I usually hate these tag things, but I’ve got some real gems to share with you, so I thought, what the heck? It’s possible that you’ve seen these before, as Sarah Mac occasionally uses one of them as her profile pic on Facebook.
So. Without further ado…
This little nugget of joy was 6th grade. You can clearly see I did my hair myself. It must have been hard for my mother to let go of that particular grooming aspect. And the shirt…well, I wanted that shirt so bad. I called it my “poet shirt” and I’m pretty sure it made me feel real artsy. Actually, all it accomplished was making my upper torso look about the width of the Vietnam War Memorial. I sometimes (ONLY ON SPECIAL OCCASIONS) paired it with a lovely velvet vest, a choker, and a black velvet broomstick skirt. Apparently I was channeling an extremely awkward Stevie Nicks. But look at that confident smile! I knew I was lookin’ good in my poet shirt.
And here’s a bonus photo:
Taken in 6th grade (it was a rough year for me) in Sunday School. You see, I had a penchant for vests. And I dressed like a very unkempt 2nd grade teacher from 1995. The glasses and the uncomfortable expression are what make this picture for me. It says pretty much everything about me in 6th grade.
And here’s a recent picture, just so you can see that you too, can win friends and influence people, even if you have the bang-curling abilities of a swamp rat.
3) I’ve been cheating on Blogger. I’m sorry, Blogger. WordPress is just so awesome. I’m probably gonna make the switch. We’ll see…
I’m impressed that you are brave enough to post 6th grade pictures. I don’t think Jay has even seen pictures of me at that age. What an awkward time in life!!
Erin, Im crying with laughter. I can relate all too well to the Poet Shirt accompanied by a choker and broomstick skirt. really. It was all I wanted for Christmas 1994, and Santa was good to me that year.
The bonus picture rules.
Tessa
oh.my.word.
this my dear, is priceless. we were such weirdos in 6th & 7th grade…..we all wore sweater vests AND blazers even (i distinctly remember talking my dad into buying me an $80 plaid blazer from dillard's when i was in 7th grade).
oh, and don't forget the loafers. hot!
thanks for playing along – i hate tags too and always end up being that girl who doesn't participate.
your bookplates are on their way. please ignore the somewhat lame and generic avery labels – i'm ordering some that don't have the name on them and are little cleaner.
WordPress IS so awesome! I agree. Also, I had a poet shirt, too, but I think I paired mine with a pair of colored jeans.
This post made me laugh SO hard.
HAHAHA! Thanks for that. I had a similar shirt-made of silk. Sounds really nice, huh? Wrong. In my awkward pubescent, overly hormonal days, my pits would sweat through that thing by 2nd period English. Siiick.
we would have def been friends.
And is it me or do you think you kind of look like Sara Frances in the poet picture?
I hope she wants a poet shirt ans vests made from Bill Cosby’s sweater, too.
Andy