But, uh, this is the back view...
Early 80s hoop skirt dresses are really good for smuggling children. Not that many people WANTED to smuggle kids into a prom, but still. The option was there.
here's me in the pink skirt. But I was alone in the house with no one to chronicle my wondrousness. So you get the flash in the mirror. It gives me an angelic cast, I think.
Here's me and Bill, the old boyfriend. Look how we're totally Not Touching:
Admire the necklace there, too. Made it that afternoon. And the day before. It took a long time.
And here's me with Christy, my best friend from high school. When I looked at this picture, I thought, "Crap. that totally looks like a photo from someone's 20 year high school reunion."
And this has nothing at all to do with the reunion, but look how cuuuute:
5 comments:
love that your ex boyfriend showed up. And how funny about the no touching-so very ex boyfriend. Glad you had a good time, but this just makes me more sure that I will never in a zillion years go to my high school reunion, no matter how hard Kellee Bradley stalks me and bullies me about it.
I really need to see your name tag up close. C'mon! Scan it, GIRL!
Eh, the name tag is just my senior photo. It's not all that funny. I have a mullet, but otherwise I look like some pretty 17 year old. Snore.
Look at your hair! OMG! So short! I REALLY like the highlights. Was the cut done at the place on the corner of 3rd and market?
Yes, I've become a militant lesbian since you left. That's what you get for leaving me. And yes, I got it done at Strand.
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