I think I’m a pretty good looking woman. I mean no one has ever gazed upon my countenance and run away from me screaming in abject horror or anything. At least not that I know of. But cameras do some sort of weird thing where they distort my image. Seriously. I can be looking really great, confirm that with the mirror, confirm that with the closest person, and then take my picture. And I look like a total doof.
This is not a new problem. It has been this way my whole life. I present to you Exhibit A:
Okay, well my hair has always been a bit unruly. It’s part of my significant charm. Get it? Charm? ahahahahaha! There is a story behind this picture because I like to think that my mother would have said something about me wearing a Cabbage Patch Kids sweater and roughly 82,000 plastic charms for my Official First Grade Picture.
She was in the hospital having my youngest sister. And my dad was always a proponent of letting us go our own way when it came to personal expression. We were recently laughing about this very picture and I asked him why he let me wear that. He said, “Look at all the fun you are having now! If I had dressed you like Miss Priss you wouldn’t have anything to look back on and laugh about.” He’s a regular Pollyanna, he is.
My First Grade teacher had a habit of putting everyone’s class picture up on her chalkboard. And leaving it there for posterity. When my youngest sister (the one being born on that fateful picture day) had the same teacher for First Grade, she (my sister) couldn’t quit laughing at my picture. She just never understood how absolutely cool those charms were! Not to mention the Cabbage Patch Kids!
By the way, this is the only school picture of me that you will probably ever see with my permission. It’s the only one that doesn’t make me break down in tears. ha!
Today my parents have been married for 33 years. Congratulations, Mom and Dad! And thank you!