A few weeks back we had photo day at work - a photographer came in and set up his flashes, backdrop and reflectors and I was assigned a time-slot. Like most portraits, I'm not crazy about the result.
BUT, since I'm completely self-absorbed and deluded enough to think that some of you might take pleasure (or at least amusement or distraction) from the good, the bad, and the ugly of my growing-up years, here is a progression of photo-day portraits that I scanned way back last autumn at my parent's house. And just as a warning, I had some really terrible hair days growing up. Don't believe me? Scroll down.
Pre-school. Is it just me, or am I smiling with my eyes a-la Tyra Banks? My four-year-old self was fierce.
First grade. Ugh - this must have been taken after recess because I look like a mess.
Sometime between first and second grade I got my first perm. Mother, I love you, but why oh why did you do this to me?
I actually like the curls here though.
Here's where things start getting bad though - fourth grade. Woof.
I'm missing fifth grade. It was a red dress with gigantic puffy sleeves and black polka-dots all over it. Not good. Not good at all.
Sixth grade - the year I got contacts.
Since I skipped eighth grade, I only have a photo for seventh. I loved this sweater. It's not visible in the picture, but I wore it with a red pleated skirt.