I had a hard time picking a "favorite", so I just decided to make a parade of me through the decades.
I'm glad I didn't graduate in 1960. Those Cat's Eye glasses do nothing for me!
Now, 1966 gets a little better. Can you say Bouffant?

1968 pretty much looks like normal me. Don't ya think?

And here's my boyfriend, Steve, from 1968. Aren't we just the cutest couple?!

In 1978 I get all Cleopatra Jones on your ***.

I remember I had a crush on the gym teacher that year.It was scandalous! His name was Steve, too.

And most frightening of all, 1986, the true year of my graduation. I can tell you I looked a lot better than that!

Hope you laughed hard at me! Now go try it out and laugh at yourself!
1968 pretty much looks like normal me. Don't ya think?
And here's my boyfriend, Steve, from 1968. Aren't we just the cutest couple?!
In 1978 I get all Cleopatra Jones on your ***.
I remember I had a crush on the gym teacher that year.It was scandalous! His name was Steve, too.
And most frightening of all, 1986, the true year of my graduation. I can tell you I looked a lot better than that!
Hope you laughed hard at me! Now go try it out and laugh at yourself!
2 comments:
I just cried... it is amazing how evocative HAIR is. Puts you right back there. That's a little scary, as I've tried for years to forget high school ever existed!
I think the 1986 version of me looks like Mary H. from our high school. She wore her hair like that with the pearls and pouffy-shouldered sweaters. I am so ugly in that picture it makes my eyes well up with tears. Oh the anguish of the eighties!
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