I think I can put the whole homecoming thing to rest with this photo, which is a total mess in more ways than one. I’m sure it’s seen better days and has probably just suffered the ravages of time.
So let me see what I can remember about this awesome portrait. It was the day after homecoming and I, Alan and our family dog, King, a springer spaniel/shepherd mix, are standing in my backyard. We’re holding on to King because the yard wasn’t fenced, and he couldn’t be trusted off-leash. Come to think of it, half the time he couldn’t be trusted otherwise, either. Having grown up together, there was plenty of sibling rivalry, and I’ve always considered King my brother. (He is another story in itself.) I’m outta the pink, so to speak, from the night before and am back in my standard fare…sweatshirt (of Virginia Beach origins), denim bermudas and black ‘n’ white saddle oxfords—ones with red soles—not white *ugh, and sorry if I’ve offended anyone*. Trust me, I’m in saddle oxfords, which I wore all the time…basic cheerleader stuff. (Which is another story in itself.) I think it’s obvious why one of my dad’s nicknames for me was “Birdlegs.” I can’t vouch for Alan’s cheesy jersey, but it looks like something he fashioned with electrical tape for flag football, which, right there, renders it cheesy. And I see one of my mom’s roses there in the background, which appears to adorn…
The hair. Holy cow. The fallout of a bouffant explosion. My hair is usually straight, give or take an uncontrollable wave or two or at the very worst, humidity havoc, but this was unprecedented. Thankfully, all it needed was a good shampoo. Until then, I’m sure #12 and I had a good laugh then agreed that any talk about big hair and makeshift jerseys was off limits.
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The photo appears in my google reader but for some reason it doesn’t show up here on your blog. I clicked the link at the top and it said not found. But I have to say I don’t think it looks so bad. Poofy hair kinda goes good with saddle shoes. I remember those shoes well, I went through several pairs myself.
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I see what you mean, ann. Thanks for the heads up and I’m gonna go check that out. I’ll get back to ya!
Thanks again, ann. I reloaded the photo and it seems okay now.
Yeah, it’s probably the closest I’ve come to a perm…on second thought I got a curly perm once…had to go have it taken out ’cause I looked like one of the Marx Brothers. Ha!
Awwwww….I loved these posts and pictures!!!!
Thanks, Betty…glad you enjoyed them!
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Hi Holly,
Long time, no comment, but mentioning “bad hair” I simply couldn’t resist. I read your post about being “silly in pink” and thought “Yes – that looks like my hair on a good day – apart from the fact t isn’t curly” and the picture above is funny – but only because if I let me hair grow it becomes mega-bouffant. It looks fanatastic :-)
Anyway, great photos – I’ll have to dif out some of mine when I had a mullet. Perhaps not – it might scare people away…
:-)
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Hi PM. That’s right…I completely forgot about your “Bad Hair Day” post! Well, I’ve seen your school photo and you were as cute as can be. The curly mop becomes you…unlike me, here. Eeek.
I want to see the mullet…there, I’ve said it!
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It might be a smidge too poofy on the right side but all in all your hair looks nice! I love the old pics…
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A smidge? Holy cow, Grace. I remember your old pics and you had beautiful straight hair. I always wanted straight hair. Mine had just a hint of a wave, enough to make it look unruly. Thanks, though. Glad you liked this. :o)
Love these old pictures! Were we really all that innocent back then? You guys look straight out of “Father Knows Best.”
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Thanks, NP, and yeah, we were pretty innocent. By the way, “Father Knows Best” was one of my favorite shows…I used to watch it every morning during the summers.
Oh — you still look cute there, too (hate to tell you that, but .it’s true). Your hair has lots of body in this picture, though I think that’s ok for the day after prom. And I’d love to hear about cheerleading. I am a former cheerleader (something no one can believe when they meet me), though I ended that after sophomore year of high school. High school is a bizarre time, no?
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Thanks, Jennifer. I think we were probably all cute at that age. And I remember seeing a very cute cheerleader pic of you, and I loved your caption, “awkward AND a cheerleader” (though I bet you functioned perfectly well!). I “cheered” for three years and always considered myself unpopular…how’s that for an oxymoron? I’ve been meaning to post about that, among other things… :o| Bizarre, yes!
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Your cute smile looks like you are trying to cover up for something King did, and he sure looks guilty…
Well there, Bird, you are just too observant! Actually, I am completely innocent of anything, but King there was in the middle of *ahem* preening, which forced me to crop the photo. ‘Nuf said.