I know Christmas was a month ago, but I didn't have a chance to share this Christmas picture with you then. This is from the Christmas when I was in 5th grade. We went up to Ohio to spend Christmas with my mom's side of the family. We never went back there for Christmas again, and I think I know why. I am sporting a style that only a mother could love:
big plastic glasses? check
long earrings that clash with the sweater? check
too-short bangs pushed off to the side? check
bright blue barrettes holding back hair into twin puffs? check
dalmatian-print sweater, complete with knitted dalmatians? check and double-check
at least 4 rings on fingers? check
tapered jeans tucked into slouch boots? check
said boots being brown even though sweater has black? check
look of disgust for dad who is taking pictures? check
I remember thinking how stylish I was as I got ready that day. I wanted my older cousins to see how grown up I was so they'd let me hang around them, instead of having to hang out with my baby sister. I'm sure that my twenty-something cousins did have a few thoughts about my attire, but probably not what I was hoping.
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