I came across this doozy last night in my never-ending attempt to organize my mom's entire collection of photos that have ended up in plastic bags, paper bags and shoe boxes. It's not that she doesn't care about the precious memories of not only her childhood or that of her three children, it's that....No, I was right, she's just not that interested. Sorry Ma :)
I'm not sure how I ended up being the organized one. The one that has all of her pictures categorized, labeled, photo album'd or scrapbooked. I am an anomoly. Therefore, it is my duty to perform this task for everyone else in my family. My duty and my very tiny OCD tendencies. Staring at a brown grocery bag from the early 90's filled with pictures drives me nuts. Moving on...
This is me. And of course I have no idea what year it is because for the life of me, I can never tell how old I was by looking at a picture. What would you say, maybe seven or eight? Who knows...anyway, it was obviously Halloween and from what I can remember of the 80's, it was pretty damn cool to be a punk rocker. So this is how my mom made it happen.
I already owned the tres chic hot pink sweatshirt, which was most likely ordered from the Sears catalog. The plastic bracelets & lacey hair thingy were definitely in regular rotation in my wardrobe as well. Possibly purchased from the Bazaar of all Nations? All we had to buy was the pink hair color spray, throw it in a side pony and voila, I had gone from Shannon to Sheena.
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The Bazaar was the greatest place on earth.
i second that, previous commenter.
clifton heights and our lives were changed forever the day that place was laid to rest.
The one thing I got at the Bazaar all the time when I was about 8 or 9 was the hair brush that the handle was a spray bottle you could fill with water or hairspray? I would buy them in bulk and we would sit at the pool and just spray our hair with water for no reason whatsoever.
Darn, girl, you are tres, tres chic. That sweatshirt is epic!
Whenever I discuss childhood fashion faux pas with my friends...it seems that each and every one of us owned a questionable sweatshirt--mine was black with a wispy kitten screenprinted on it, accents of silver puffy paint and little pieces of mirrors (not kidding...) hot glued in various places. I was, for sure, the dang coolest kid at the partaayyy...
HA! I love that photo. Also, I think in all my childhood photos (from 4-29) I am wearing that same outfit. Sadly it is never Halloween
side pony!!!
HAHA OMG this is so funny!! I've successfully blog stalked you too and you've totally inspired me to find some old school pics of myself and others. I always get a kick out of that kind of stuff.
Oh and p.s. the BF, Brian, is from outside Philly too - Media to be exact. GO PHILLIES!!
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