Ever had fashion flashbacks while looking at old photographs of yourself? Ever wondered to yourself what the heck you were thinking when you had a particular photograph taken? Like what on God’s Green Earth possessed you to wear that particular outfit or why in the world you styled your hair that way?
No, never? Me neither.
1.) How about my high school senior prom photo where I thought it’d be cool to wear fabric red roses in my hair and a white prom dress that I could remake into a wedding gown for when I went to Ricks College and got my MRS degree. For some reason I gave that dress away a couple months later.
2.) Yet there was also my senior portrait which looks nothing like me at all in which I decide it’d be stylish to flaunt my tan lines and bald spot on my scalp. Miraculously the hair grew back that very same evening.
3.) Or course, nothing beats the day of my graduation where I am almost caught picking my nose.
4.) Then there’s the outfit that even Ellen herself would be proud to wear. The guy in the photograph with me is my date for a dance at Ricks College. He had a huge crush on me. I only went to the dance with him because no one else had asked me. Of course I feel mighty stupid about that now, because knowing my luck he’s probably some rich technical engineer by now.
5.) Another good styling decision I made in college were these plaid shorts and my permed hair (which I faked out and told everyone was natural so they’d be jealous). That’s me in the Great Salt Lake, which by the way smells like a fart. Like most farts, you get used to it after a while.
6.) Personally I think I’m rocking it in my red rimmed eyeglasses with rose tinted lenses and bleached hair that had been curled on a trip to Galveston when I was a twelve. You know I was picking up the guys. My mother in the background knew how to style it better than I did.
Lucky Number 7.) Of course nothing gets better than while we lived in Price, Utah and my husband worked for one of the local mortuaries as the on-call body picker-upper/deliverer when he brought me home this beautiful t-shirt with built-in shoulder pads that I wore on one of our very first family portraits taken at Walmart. Never mind how we all match, because later that same day I found out the shirt had belonged to a deceased old lady whose family didn’t want the shirt she died in. My husband in his cheapwadness didn’t see the point in throwing a perfectly good shirt away and so he gave it to me as a present. Needless to say, I never wore that shirt again. However, now I can’t forget about that dead old lady every time I walk down the hallway.
Beat that.
For other fashionable photographs of me, check out my other blog post, Blast from the Past.
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