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Here I was not yet old enough to annoy my older sisters. At 4 1/2 months they still liked me it seems. (I started waxing my eyebrows at 6 months)
I've always been a pumpkin-carvin' master, although I suspect at this point my dad did most of the carving seeing as how I'm only 2.
Kickin' it with the sisters in Maine July 1984. I was almost 3.
Workin' the Easter outfits out by the flowers. I guess my Dutch sister and my Sailor sister didn't get the memo that this year was yellow year ... I'm 6 here.
Don't make fun of the ice cream cone on my shirt, or I will cut you! May 1989 (7 years old) ***Make note that at this point I had just finished first grade and my teacher had a SWEET Jeep CJ7. This was the age that I knew I'd some day buy a Jeep.
And here begins the "dorky stage" of life (which unfortunately for me lasted pretty much from 9-16 years old). This is from the annual Thanksgiving Day Photo Shoot ... November 1990. Please take note of the race car watch (it was removable) and the chetah print slap bracelet. This is where my sense of style really started to kick in. At least we weren't all in the dorky stage at once ... oh wait ...
OK, now we're full-blown stylin'. I had to dress my best for the piano recital, so I chose my nicest hand-me-down camo(ish) pseudo-parachute-pants, with my giant check shirt tucked in. I topped it off with fluorescent green and fluorescent pink braided bracelets, one of those neon plastic "spring" Chucky Cheese prize-style bracelets, and a calculator watch all on the same arm. If you could see my other arm I'm sure you'd catch one or two slap bracelets here too. The carnation pinned to the shirt topped it all off.
For Christmas in 1993 this Atlanta Braves warm-up suit was all I needed. Good thing my parents got the XXL cause I wore that thing non-stop for like the next 6 years.
Here's an example of how my style had progressed by 12 years old. Note the turtleneck with the cross necklace and the dog tag over it, and don't forget the fanny pack. That was crucial for holding all my ... uh ... snacks ... I guess ...
Here's the annual first day of school shot from August 1994. I was one month shy of becoming a teenager, but I had not yet outgrown my love of purple. I LOVED purple. I've spared you the shots of me in my XL button-down purple silk shirt. Take my word for it though, it was awesome.
OK OK. I'll show you the purple silk! Here it is in all it's glory. November 1994.
October 1995 ... I still haven't grown into that sweatshirt ...
If you want cool then study this one carefully ... Note the shaved head [except for the bangs], and the Calvin and Hobbes shirt. And don't let the Nike sweat band and the left-hand batting glove fool you ... this wasn't for recreation, this was FASHION.
By first day of school 1996, I still hadn't grown into my shirts. I was 15 here, and the scary thing looking back is that even though I was obviously old enough to make my own beads out of clay and bake them for a homemade purple and orange smily face "choker", I was only 3 months from getting my learner's permit. this was my first day of my freshman year at high school, so it's a good thing that I had reduced my arm-adornment down to a pretty cool IronMan Triathlon digital watch and just one beaded bracelet.
Between May 1997 and November 1997 I finally grew up. I grew 6 inches in 6 months. My fashion sense remained though. Here I am a month after turning 16 ... I was in my sunglasses-with-the-lenses-popped-out stage. That was a good one.
16 years old. The old twisty-tie trick. Yup. Those were REAL Oakleys.
On my 17th birthday. I was thrilled about the fact that Dad still insisted on the birthday photo under the balloons. *I remember going to buy that backpack at Gart Sports with my mom before my Junior year of high school. She was lamenting the fact that even with the sale we were about to spend $50! (I really wanted North Face and was lobbying on the basis that they were high quality.) I ended up putting in some of my own money to buy it. FYI: I'm still carrying that thing to work every day 10 years later.
First day of senior year. I'd be 18 in one month
On my 18th birthday, I decided it'd be alright if I wore my flannel pajama pants to school. I was an adult now after all.
My parents weren't keen on me getting pierced (although my mom did take me to get the cartilage in my upper ear pierced when I was 17), so I pierced the bill of my hat. I'm telling you. Style has ALWAYS been my thing.
This is the first day of school after I bought my Jeep. It was fairly stock, but it didn't take me long ... Yeah it's November, but I pretty much never put the top on ...
... unless I was gonna do this. Note the smily faces wiped out of the headlights. That wasn't an exaggeration. I had found my happiness.
Senior photo. Classic. (I'm still working on that mustache)
Here I was not yet old enough to annoy my older sisters. At 4 1/2 months they still liked me it seems. (I started waxing my eyebrows at 6 months)
I've always been a pumpkin-carvin' master, although I suspect at this point my dad did most of the carving seeing as how I'm only 2.
Kickin' it with the sisters in Maine July 1984. I was almost 3.
Workin' the Easter outfits out by the flowers. I guess my Dutch sister and my Sailor sister didn't get the memo that this year was yellow year ... I'm 6 here.
Don't make fun of the ice cream cone on my shirt, or I will cut you! May 1989 (7 years old) ***Make note that at this point I had just finished first grade and my teacher had a SWEET Jeep CJ7. This was the age that I knew I'd some day buy a Jeep.
And here begins the "dorky stage" of life (which unfortunately for me lasted pretty much from 9-16 years old). This is from the annual Thanksgiving Day Photo Shoot ... November 1990. Please take note of the race car watch (it was removable) and the chetah print slap bracelet. This is where my sense of style really started to kick in. At least we weren't all in the dorky stage at once ... oh wait ...
OK, now we're full-blown stylin'. I had to dress my best for the piano recital, so I chose my nicest hand-me-down camo(ish) pseudo-parachute-pants, with my giant check shirt tucked in. I topped it off with fluorescent green and fluorescent pink braided bracelets, one of those neon plastic "spring" Chucky Cheese prize-style bracelets, and a calculator watch all on the same arm. If you could see my other arm I'm sure you'd catch one or two slap bracelets here too. The carnation pinned to the shirt topped it all off.
For Christmas in 1993 this Atlanta Braves warm-up suit was all I needed. Good thing my parents got the XXL cause I wore that thing non-stop for like the next 6 years.
Here's an example of how my style had progressed by 12 years old. Note the turtleneck with the cross necklace and the dog tag over it, and don't forget the fanny pack. That was crucial for holding all my ... uh ... snacks ... I guess ...
Here's the annual first day of school shot from August 1994. I was one month shy of becoming a teenager, but I had not yet outgrown my love of purple. I LOVED purple. I've spared you the shots of me in my XL button-down purple silk shirt. Take my word for it though, it was awesome.
OK OK. I'll show you the purple silk! Here it is in all it's glory. November 1994.
October 1995 ... I still haven't grown into that sweatshirt ...
If you want cool then study this one carefully ... Note the shaved head [except for the bangs], and the Calvin and Hobbes shirt. And don't let the Nike sweat band and the left-hand batting glove fool you ... this wasn't for recreation, this was FASHION.
By first day of school 1996, I still hadn't grown into my shirts. I was 15 here, and the scary thing looking back is that even though I was obviously old enough to make my own beads out of clay and bake them for a homemade purple and orange smily face "choker", I was only 3 months from getting my learner's permit. this was my first day of my freshman year at high school, so it's a good thing that I had reduced my arm-adornment down to a pretty cool IronMan Triathlon digital watch and just one beaded bracelet.
Between May 1997 and November 1997 I finally grew up. I grew 6 inches in 6 months. My fashion sense remained though. Here I am a month after turning 16 ... I was in my sunglasses-with-the-lenses-popped-out stage. That was a good one.
16 years old. The old twisty-tie trick. Yup. Those were REAL Oakleys.
On my 17th birthday. I was thrilled about the fact that Dad still insisted on the birthday photo under the balloons. *I remember going to buy that backpack at Gart Sports with my mom before my Junior year of high school. She was lamenting the fact that even with the sale we were about to spend $50! (I really wanted North Face and was lobbying on the basis that they were high quality.) I ended up putting in some of my own money to buy it. FYI: I'm still carrying that thing to work every day 10 years later.
First day of senior year. I'd be 18 in one month
On my 18th birthday, I decided it'd be alright if I wore my flannel pajama pants to school. I was an adult now after all.
My parents weren't keen on me getting pierced (although my mom did take me to get the cartilage in my upper ear pierced when I was 17), so I pierced the bill of my hat. I'm telling you. Style has ALWAYS been my thing.
This is the first day of school after I bought my Jeep. It was fairly stock, but it didn't take me long ... Yeah it's November, but I pretty much never put the top on ...
... unless I was gonna do this. Note the smily faces wiped out of the headlights. That wasn't an exaggeration. I had found my happiness.
Senior photo. Classic. (I'm still working on that mustache)
9 comments:
I adored your dorky stage!
Then you got all popular, started dating cheerleaders, and started ignoring me. Poor Sam! =]
You were always a handsome boy. It's kind of silly that no one else noticed that until you were 17.
And I remember you piercing your hat bill! Is that the Braves hat I gave you? I don't remember how it looked like anymore...
You were a damn fine friend.
oh, this kills me. i'm so glad my parents live out of state and have most of my embarassing pictures with them so I don't have to show them to Josh.
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You were much scrawnier than I remember.
Oh yeah...and for Sara's sake? Definitely shouldn't have posted that picture of you two camping.
Hilarious. Just so you know, I've found your blog so you can up your readership to 5 people now. Can you do a Valeen edition of this post?
I LOVED this post! I'm going to have to go through my pics and post some. My brother (I think you guys are about the same age) had a RED silk shirt. I remember the day he got it. My bro had been pestering her for it. She finally caved. The funny thing was that the only one we could find was a red short-sleeved shirt in the women's section of The Limited. HA! Too funny.
Sam}} That most certainly is the hat that you gave me. My dog chewed the plastic clasp off the back when she was a puppy, but my mom sewed a replacement velcro closure on there ... it still exists ... sort of. Also, just for clarification sake, I never dated cheerleaders plural (just one) and I certainly never got popular. I definitely did not get along with the 'popular kids'. But I will admit that I could have made some better decisions those last two years of high school ... thank God He righted my ship in time.
Ellie}} I was kinda scrawnie it's true ... that doesn't at all help with the dorky stage ... I definitely wish I still had that metabolism now though.
Leah}} Thanks for finding me(us)! I'd love to do a Valeen edition ... I'll just have to get her to give me the embarrassing photos ... although I doubt she could be as bad as me. It'd be interesting to see what we're in for potentially with our future kiddos though.
Carolyn}} I remember really wanting a down vest. But it had to be Atlanta Braves (of course) ... since that didn't exist, my great aunt bought a Braves hat and cut off the front to make a patch and sewed it on a down vest for me ... a LADIES down vest. Ha ha, I still have that one.
wow, those are great! i am glad i don't know where all the photos of me are from those stages. i'm pretty sure i was into style too though, so maybe they aren't that bad. thanks for sharing!
You pierced your hat. That was kind of brilliant, actually.
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