Perhaps I’ve been a little hard on Doug in past posts… especially about his white jeans and sunburn dilemma on a cruise from a few years back. But honestly, he gives me so much great material to work with. I can’t help myself.
That said, as a family we have a history of fashion oddities beyond the white jeans.
From the nerd son to the big hat people, we just roll with it…….
There were times growing up, I wasn’t sure if it was safe to invite friends over to my house….
But I can handle a lot, so it didn’t get me down. I mean after all, I married a man who wore plaid pants………
Notice his black eye? One word – Ice Hockey. No idea what was up with my hair, but it was the 70s, you know. And no, that’s not a tattoo on my wrist, it’s just a flaw in the picture.
This is a tattoo…….
My sons don’t do anything small. No messing around with a teeny one on the shoulder when you can use your whole torso.
This has been a very busy work week. I’m worn out. I am glad I don’t have to think about fashion tomorrow… it’s a jeans and tennis shoes day.
I’m also a little embarrassed having prattled on last Monday about my restful yet productive weekend …. then descending into a total chaos work week.
It all made me feel like running away this afternoon. I used to do that a lot as a kid. I was getting ready to leave in this picture….
Sometimes I took a stuffed animal for company. Once I packed a small suitcase…full of doll clothes. But I was always up for a photo-op. Then I walked to the corner and back again.
I miss my wonky pig tails….that was a fashion statement.