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From birth to age seven I would say was the era when I dressed the nicest. Basically my mom just went through thrift stores and consignment shops to find me flowy plaid skirts and softball team jackets, which were my most favorite things at that time. Most of the clothing in stores were those horrible leggings that had elastic bands that went under the feet or those annoying tops that were actually leotards. Eventually, I got stuck in matching dresses with my younger sister (which we didn't mind very much at the time, but looking back, it's horrific) and other outfits to please parents for school photo days, holidays, church, and other such things.
This is a dress my grandparents brought back for me from Austria. It's bright red and I wish I could still fit into it.
Not so great, but I like my shoes.
My siblings totally have me beat here. Michael especially (turquoise tank top with pineapple design (I think) + those shades + black sneaks = pretty outstanding.) It's really excellent how I have the exact same hairstyle.
Man, I used to love skirts so much, and I didn't love them again until last year or so. Being forced to wear a skirt as part of a uniform everyday gets to be a drag, especially when there is snow and ice on the ground and cold wind blowing. But skirts are wonderful.
the end.
This is a dress my grandparents brought back for me from Austria. It's bright red and I wish I could still fit into it.
Not so great, but I like my shoes.
My siblings totally have me beat here. Michael especially (turquoise tank top with pineapple design (I think) + those shades + black sneaks = pretty outstanding.) It's really excellent how I have the exact same hairstyle.
Man, I used to love skirts so much, and I didn't love them again until last year or so. Being forced to wear a skirt as part of a uniform everyday gets to be a drag, especially when there is snow and ice on the ground and cold wind blowing. But skirts are wonderful.
the end.