i miss my sister being in dallas with me. boo.
it’s supposed to ice tomorrow. joy.
one of the fun things we did at home during Christmas was go through old pictures. now, i always knew this, but i finally compiled evidence on how badly my parents dressed me when i was young. serious. i’ve got the pics to prove it. you have to forgive the bad quality – took pictures of pictures due to lack of scanner.
above you see me in a ugly blue sweater with flowers embroidered on it. i’ve got a pink shirt underneath with the collar poppin’ out. also ugly flowered sweat pants.
coral colored dalmation shirt with black flowered sweats and velcro sneakers. topped off with a hot pink sweatshirt tied around the waist with a hot pink LARGE fanny pack!
betty boop white tshirts tucked into white flowered shorts. knee high socks with neon orange borders and velcro sneakers that you can’t see in this picture. also… fanny pack and ugly uneven bangs.
along with the ugly scrunched up fat face, i’m wearing a baby pink sweatshirt with blue snowflake sweatpants and velcro sneakers.
white shirt with animals imprinted on it tucked into black sweatpants with white socks and white sneakers. plus, red sweatshirt tied around waist.
black flowered tank top with pseudo white tutu attached at the bottom. navy blue sweat shorts with a boat anchor and a bear imprinted. to tie everything together, a purple and black striped headband with bow. and fat oriana in my arms. AND uneven bangs.
horrible. awful. ski jacket. at least i’m not wearing green sweatpants and a half jean / half khaki jacket.
to give you some background… the above is at my aunt’s wedding. yes. my parents let me be their ‘flower girl’ in a BALLET OUTFIT. i’m wearing my pink leotard, pink skirt, pink tights and BALLET SHOES. i also have weird beads in my hair.
believe it or not, i’ve already moved to texas at this time – which means i’m 8 or 9. i should know what i’m wearing is hideous. this is in houston at some museum. i’m wearing a pink flowered shirt that makes me look pregnant with tight white sweat and sneakers.
haha oriana actually looks pretty funny in this one. and oliver looks kind of normal except for the surly look. i’m wearing a red dinosaur shirt that changes between having skin and bones depending on where you look at it. i’m also wearing sweat shorts that are black with hamburgers, french fries and other fast food assortments on it.
I’M AT DISNEY LAND FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. i’m wearing a swimming suit with big green polka dotted sleeves that you can insert arm floaties into to help you swim. also, a long gold chain and white flowered shorts. i probably have a scrunchie in my hair.
ah… a white dress with purple dress suspenders attached. also… wearing sweatpants with cats imprinted on it underneath. awesome.
at least the colors are coordinated here. batman tshirt tucked into my black sweatpants with lightening bolts all over it. also accessorized with a fanny pack.
not only is the dress too fat for me… and it looks like a picnic tablecloth… i am matching with my sister who is 5.
oooh purple is awesome. purple zebra sweater with purple sweatpants.
awful awful awful awful. i think i might have been in 8th grade. why didn’t i know any better?? why am i posing like this? ugly blue and white flowered tank top that is too short for me with jean shorts that are too long and high top nikes. and big fat round glasses.
at least i look somewhat cute here. but do you see i’m wearing a map as a shirt with chinese lettering? it also has really puffy sleeves and i’m wearing fake jeans. and velcro shoes.
notice how everyone in this pic except for oriana and i are dressed very casual. but no. of course i’m dressed in a WEDDING DRESS of some sort. with SOCKS.
k, this might be the worst cause i definitely should have known better. i’m in high school. wearing skinny jeans with ugly ugly sandals that make me look like i’m from the desert. also a ugly sweater that goes to the middle of the thighs making me look short (and i’m already short)… and to top it all off… a floppy hat and bad hair.
so there you have it. hooray. my bad style = your amusement. i’ll leave you with wonderful pictures of my siblings.
YOU ARE NOT JAMES BOND. fruit cake. look at his left hand. out and proper.


hahahahaha…
I miss you too :[. It’s feels weird being here (anywhere) without you. Sadness!
Goodness. I laughed my head off reading through this post and looking at the pictures. You were a badly dressed kid. Oliver was a fruity one. I was the fat one. Awesome!
So awesome.
But don’t feel bad. I think most of us in the 90s looked like that. At least all the fob-raised kids I’ve ever known have had moments like that. It’s okay, if we’re still alive and kicking then we’ll weather the shame and humiliation with hearty doses of giggles like these.
I’ve shown you some of mine but I can find you more sometime. I found some in Taiwan and showed Michael. I think he was impressed.
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