Kristy

I look back at pictures like these and don’t know how I ever looked in the mirror and didn’t get scared of those eyebrows. Because man, they are kind of like caterpillars sitting on top of my face.

Don’t worry, it was only a few months after this picture was taken that I was allowed to start plucking them and wearing makeup. Though I do appreciate my fresh faced look here. I am probably thirteen going on fourteen in this picture, judging by how tiny my little brother was (he was born in January, I turned 14 in April). I was finishing up eighth grade and my mom’s rule was I couldn’t wear makeup until I learned to wash my face, which ended up being the beginning of freshman year. I was still young enough to rock that Mickey sweatshirt though.

Oh, and there’s my real haircolor! There’s probably only a few pictures after this that show it since I started dying it late in sophomore year. It’s not so bad looking back, especially since I can’t pay my stylist enough money to make it that brunette like without all the red that pops up.

Regardless, I love this picture because it has my little brother, Tyler, when he was a squishy cute little baby and it has our puppy, Baby, who was the sweetest thing ever and really the only pet I can remember as a child aside from our cat Scamper, who coexisted in the same house with Baby and the rest of us. Miss these days!

Check me out! I think I was seventeen or eighteen in this picture because I’m pretty sure this was taken on New Year’s Eve. Maybe. I know I’m at my cousin’s apartment and I know we are ready to head out to the clubs (in NC, it was 18 to party, 21 to drink — unless someone knew the owner of the club and that someone also was hanging out with people old enough to drink). I’m not too unhappy about this outfit with the exception of that pleather coat, which for some reason back then I thought looked a whole lot better on me than I do now looking at this picture. I also hadn’t apparently realized that I needed longer pants if I’m wearing heels because looking at it right now, those pants are a bit too short for me.

But I remember how much I loved that top (it was just cut straight across with thin spaghetti straps and silver butterfly accents). And I apparently had a wild hair up my butt because I’m wearing lipstick here – RED lipstick. (I never wear anything on my lips for longer than an hour because I hate the way it feels).  I miss that hair color though and was actually thinking about going back to something like that but I might need a bit of color this time since I am way pale in this picture.

Regardless, I had some great times at this age and I think it’s really when I started coming into my own in regards to style. I don’t dress like that now but it took a lot of misses to figure out what I’m comfortable in and what looks good on me. Oh if only I had that body back though! 🙂

Oh my lands, look at what we have here! Leggins with multicolored leopard spots on them. And that jacket is like a real thin sweat jacket that is cinched at the waist and too big for me. Love the glasses, as usual. And what is going on with my hair??!!  Did somebody take scissors to my bangs?

Oh poor, poor me!

P.S. That cute little baby is my sister Alex back when she was adorable! 🙂

This dress is proof positive that even this young, I knew what I liked and stuck with it. These two pictures were taken the same summer – the first was at the Fourth of July festival in my grandparents town and the latter was at my brother and dad’s birthday, which is on the same day in August. This was probably 1990ish, so I was maybe nine years old.

Notice the dress – same in both pictures. Nothing wrong with that, because it’s cute. Hell, I wish I could get away with wearing something like that now, especially in the summer time. I remember LOVING that dress! It was super comfortable! Also note the headband, in both pictures, on different days.

I am nothing if not consistent!

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