This year's post is going to be a little different. I decided that this year, I'd play a trick on myself instead.
So, I'm not exactly a fashion maven. Wait, scratch that. I am about the furthest thing possible from a fashion maven. I mean, I like to think that I *can* clean up really nicely when I need to dress up, but I don't do anything super fancy, and my normal attire is pretty casual with the odd day when nothing I wear matches because I'm either too lazy to match stuff or I've just decided to go eclectic that day and wear whatever the hell I feel like. Yeah, those days happen.
Anyway, while there are some pictures of me as a little kid that are favorites for various reasons, and some even have me in decent clothing, there are certainly a ton of pictures of me in FOB/FOJ attire. Seriously.not.kidding. Don't believe me?
This is a picture of me and my sisters, both of whom are older than me. In this picture, I am just shy of 4 years old. I don't know where the picture was taken, but I do know it was in the Los Angeles area somewhere. Are you liking the design of my sweater and the yellow socks? I am APPARENTLY obliviously ignorant of what the outfit looks like on me as I do appear to be smiling. Now, in my defense, I am going to assume that I didn't dress myself, so someone else had to pick out this outfit. My sisters' clothes are pretty funky too, imo.
This is a picture of me and the brother who is six years older than me. This was also taken when I was just shy of being 4. From the background, it looks like this was taken somewhere around Chinatown. I appear to be wearing the same yellow socks and shoes from the previous picture, but this must have been on a different day because there would have been no reason for me to just randomly change clothes. Who knows, since we were pretty poor when I was a kid, maybe those were the only "dressy" socks and shoes I had. I do remember actually liking that dress.
And just for good measure, I found this picture as well. The writing on the back of the picture indicates this was taken on July 4, 1977. I do remember having always loved it's a small world, even as a little kid, so this picture doesn't entirely surprise me. Of course, I wasn't the Disney fanatic then as I am now, but while visits only happened once every couple years, I did grow up visiting Disneyland on a regular basis when I was a kid.
What I'm wearing doesn't look *too* bad. But, of course, that's because you can't see all of me. For various reasons, my mother made a lot of my clothes when I was little, and yes, it was pretty obvious as far as the styles were concerned. What you can't tell from the picture is that it was a pantsuit outfit, pants and blouse made from the same fabric. I'll stop to let you get that mental image in your head.
Done laughing yet?
Yeah, I was a dorky-looking kid, not helped by the dorky-looking clothes I wore.
Stopping to let you make disparaging remarks about my looks and clothes now.
Still waiting. And waiting. And waiting.