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.
Friday, July 10, 2009
flashback friday - shannon is...a punk rocker
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.