I am not proud of everything I have done in my past. I have made decisions that have caused me a lot of pain, regret, and sorrow.
The worst thing about your past is you think that you have moved on, you think you are safe from it, but then one day it rears it's ugly head and comes crashing down on you. Last Sunday my past caught up with me:
Once upon a time I thought these were pretty stylish. I tried to take a picture of the side so you could see the confetti - that's right, it was like wearing a party on my face all the time!
One Eyed Willie!*
I tried to recreate what I might have looked like eons ago when I owned this particular pair of glasses:
I've mostly got the look down. No smile but my hair would have NEVER been that straight. I didn't discover the straight iron until college (hallelujah). Plus - I think it would be safe to say that I was at least 30 pounds heavier back then. So add a little to the face, curl and frizz the hair and wallah! You have a picture taken right from my past.
5 comments:
*troop beverly hills.
i kind of love you even more for quoting this. awesome.
*one eyed willie - goonies. come on. love.
i like you, past or present. (awwwww...) ;)
It's Beverly Hills Troop right? Except I thought it was patches!, we don't need no stinkin patches.
"it was like wearing a party on my face all the time!"
And that is why you are my friend. You crack me up.
So... I think I might have an actual picture of you in those glasses. Bwah ha ha!!
Dear Martha - please send.
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