With every year, young Amy grew and grew…and with each passing decade created Kodak moments that she would later regret.*
First of all, I give you the footsie pajamas. I remember wearing these during the cold Wyoming winters and loving every minute of it.
Also, can we just all appreciate for a moment how committed I am to sleeping? Some moms now post pictures of their adorable sleeping kids looking like angelic cherubs on social media. And then there’s me…showing those covers who was boss. Some things never change.
Let us harken back to the year 1986, where frilled ankle socks ruled the day and plastic barrettes kept my hairs perfectly coifed for this NOT STAGED PICTURE. I’m serious. This is a CANDID shot at how I behaved as a kid. (Right, Mom?)
I don’t like to talk about my days as a track star. I couldn’t go out in public without people recognizing me and asking for an autograph…I just wanted to have a normal childhood… 🙂
It was clear to me, at that time in my life, that the monochromatic look was best. Down to the velcro buckled shoes and elastic hair rubber bands.
Apparently, when my sister Brittany was born, I had ebola or something and so this memory is etched in our family photo album. I think my ability to pull off this headband even though that mask is pretty much wearing me, is a a remarkable feat. Let’s focus on that.
There was a time in my life when I was all about cats. I’m not proud of it, but after years of therapy I’m able say the words out loud. I’m sorry to say that this shirt was not the first shirt of mine that featured a feline of some sort, nor was it the last.
In my family, if you didn’t have a puffy, twirly dress to wear you just weren’t trying hard enough. I’m fairly certain that most of these were hand-me-downs from my stylish cousins, Michelle and Pamela.
If you could, please turn your attention to the bow on top of my head that is bigger than my cousin Krissy’s baby head. Go big or go home, I always say. #lacetights
Let’s overlook for a moment the radiant look on my face and come back to that. Because Annie is right – you’re never fully dressed without a smile.
I’ve long harbored a love of the jelly sandal, but that was not even my most favorite part of this outfit…the shirt had a palm tree with coconuts that were actual plastic black beads sewn on. I thought I was so cool in this shirt. I’m certain I wore it down to rags. Please also note, if you will, the lightly feathered bangs. I was really coming into my own style in 1990.
I’m not sure if that look I’m giving was because the picture-taker was stopping the fun in order to preserve the memory or if I was being made to pull the wagon against my will. And I suppose this will have to remain one of life’s great mysteries.
Of all the outfits of my childhood, this sweatsuit was one of the most memorable. You can’t see it in the picture, but the pink roses that covered the front of the electric blue sweatshirt were made of sparkly pink puff paint. Yes. I’ve always loved glitter. SO SUE ME.
I believe these boldly colored garments were purchased at Christmas for the purpose of my gymnastic classes. I don’t remember going to very many classes which is likely because my talent, like Ross’ keyboard playing, was before its time. But I looked good. And that’s the most important thing, right?
Ah, yes. The years of the leggings. I couldn’t find a picture, but this was also the era of the layered tube scrunch socks. I had at least three pairs…often on all at once. I also had a plastic tool used to cinch up the excess fabric at the side. Tools of the trade, you guys. Tools of the trade.
In this photo you can observe that the feathered bangs are becoming more full and defined…and that they were the only part of my head that I paid any attention to.
High school in Alaska! Amy was my name, overalls were my game. I like to think that wearing black overalls instead of the traditional blue jean variety set me apart from the others.
Side note: I’m not quite sure why we all felt it necessary to stand outside without coats on. Ah, youth.
At this time in my life, I felt it was high time to start mixing my fashion mediums. Sweater? Check. Bronco hat? Check. Done and done. And being a Bronco fan is always in season.
I think I have a better picture of this choir dress somewhere, but it was one of my favorites. I still have it hanging in the back of my closet.
This picture reminded me of the good times I had with my high school posse. I sang in a band, played chess at lunch, and made off-campus trips to Carrs grocery store for lunch with these yahoos. Such fond memories. 🙂
dun, Dun, DUN! The return of the JELLY SANDAL! And ridiculous senior picture posing. 🙂 But I think the risers add a nice touch. Choir was the best!
I remember that one time when I wore capris as regular-length pants…oh, wait. THAT’S STILL TRUE.
Last, but certainly not least, a picture with my first post-college roommates. I have gone back to my black overall-wearing roots with this jumper dress, but what you can’t tell from the picture is that it’s made of nylon. See, I was hip. You know I was.
Happy Throwback Thursday!
*I desperately wish I had a picture from my culotte phase. For those of you not familiar, culottes were a sort of split skirt/pant hybrid. I mostly wore a blouse and culottes of the same pattern. With nylons. And white flats.
You’re welcome for that mental image. And now, I take my leave of you.