Let’s face it, we all have them, those awkward years that start somewhere between ages 9 and 12 where one day we are just all sorts of not right. Bad haircut, poor clothing choices, with braces and/or glasses… whatever it is, there are just certain ages when no matter how cute we were at age 5, we end up just not so cute.
Did a blind person cut my hair? I believe I have a glorified mullet happening here and there was definitely no business or party happening anywhere near me. I do recall that I LOVED that pastel heart bracelet and that purple jacket.
Those glasses just kill me and with my plastic jewelry, sweatshirt cardigan and floral-print dress – I resemble a sister-wife. And I believe this visit to Texas was the time my mom asked my brother if he was dying his hair. [Happy 20th anniversary, yesterday, Lynn and Marty!]
Speaking of dying one’s hair (mom)… I believe I might have pinpointed the very beginning of the awkward years. Note how cute and adorable my nieces still look, Quinn is especially fetching with her curls and sly sideways look. Also note my lovely sweater, pastel button-down shirt and white tights – how I miss the 80s.