Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place

Lookit that, I do remember how to log in to Blogger. I've been busy lately making my mother rather upset at me because I'm going through the stuff that's accumulated various places around the house, like the wet bar and the kitchen. It's like that part in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix when Mrs. Weasley has the kids cleaning out all the stuff in Sirius Black's ancestral home, except none of Mom's stuff shoots poisonous darts at me (although I think sometimes she wishes SHE could).

But hey, if I hadn't embarked upon this mission, I might never have found this treasure trove of pictures!! I put these in roughly chronological order, so it will be all the funnier to watch styles change. And laugh at me. You have my permission to laugh at me. A lot. 'Cause I already did.

Anyway, first up is a picture from Okinawa from before I was thought of yet:

That's my mom and dad at Genghis Khan's. Gotta love the '70s fashion, huh? Then check this out:

Oh yeah. Mom says she has a picture of my brother Adam in that exact same suit. Which is kind of scary. But I didn't find that one. Next up, we move along to the time after I was thought of:

The days when my dad was part Wookiee. Is it any wonder I've always been a Star Wars fan? I have one picture of myself dressed up as Princess Leia when I was five, but it's not in this's buried somewhere in my scrapbook stuff.

And then Adam arrived on the scene. I think if Mom had dressed me up like an elf, I'd be kinda upset about it too. Instead, I got the rabbit-fur coat:

In my defense, I was obviously not old enough to be making my own sartorial choices, and this was the last fur coat I ever had. 'Cause I don't wear fur. I'm not a vegetarian though, because I'd either starve or subsist entirely on cheese, bread, and chocolate, which I'm thinking might not be entirely healthy. Anyway, I tried to make it up to the poor bunnies a couple years later when I dressed up as a rabbit for Halloween:

I find it hysterical that you can see my underwear through the leotard. That Vegas showgirl makeup is something else too, although I must say I'm totally diggin' Adam's eyebrows.

I think this was taken at or around Easter, because it seems like that was an Easter dress that my mom made me. We were still living in California though, I can tell from the background. We moved to Texas in 1987, and then we went back to California to visit my great grandparents a year or two later:
It was either this picture where I look semi-demonic, or another picture where Mimi wasn't looking at the camera. So demonic me it is. I got that hat at Disneyland :) Next up is another trip to Mimi's, I'm not sure if this was taken the same year:

This is Mimi's Band, according to what Mimi wrote on the back of the picture. I can tell that Mimi was the one who took it because she always cut off people's heads in her photos :) Mimi actually used to play harmonica, and the microphone and guitar were some kind of toy that belonged to my cousin Kuenn on the right. Yellow sweatpants and black boots, what a fashion statement!
Next up are two of my other cousins, Eleni and Christos:

My aunt wrote on the back of the picture that they painted the chair themselves, without permission I'm sure ;) Adam and I once repainted a bathroom with finger paints that our uncle sent to us, but alas, we don't have any pictures of that. So if I have kids, I will make sure to take lots of pictures of them causing mayhem to use for future blackmail purposes.

And there's Eleni again, I had to post this picture because I think it's just so darned cute :) Eleni just had her first baby earlier this month.
Get ready for Olympic-style mockery. 'Cause it doesn't get much better than first-day-of-school pictures:

I think I have a mullet. Adam's got a Star Trek: The Next Generation lunchbox (which I found when I cleaned out one of the kitchen cabinets, but I had to toss it because it was cracked and had a piece missing); I can't tell what was on mine. And oh yes, those are some stylin' shoes.
Oh, wait. There is one thing that can top first-day-of-school pictures, and that's the school pictures they take every year. Behold!

Yes, I think it was a mullet. *shudder* I found about a zillion copies of this picture, so I'm thinking that Mom was too embarrassed to send it out to anyone. I found Adam's too, and his hair is about as messy as mine, but he doesn't have a mullet. And here's the picture from the next year:

Well, at least I got rid of the mullet by this time, I think this was fifth grade. However, I hated having short hair so much, I didn't get it cut not one single time from fifth grade until just before my senior year of high school. And then I didn't get it chopped short again until a year ago, and it's growing out again. I like to be able to pull my hair up in a ponytail to get it out of the way.
Speaking of horses, I was pretty obsessed as a kid. When I was in middle school, I had a subscription to at least one horsey magazine, and I even wrote to some of the people posting classified ads to sell horses. And some of them wrote me back:

This picture was accompanied by a letter which began, "Dear Andalusian horse enthusiast..." Dad busted up laughing when he saw it. I'm sure those people had no clue they were writing back to a 12-year-old.

Man, I wore that horse shirt a million times I think. This is me with my first "big" cross stitch project, which I made for my friend Melissa when I was a freshman in high school (she played clarinet in the band; I played flute and piccolo). Mom made it into a pillow for me; she did that with most of my stitching projects until I progressed to designs that are large enough they pretty much have to be framed.
One more picture from my freshman year of high school:

That's me with my friend Misty, we had lunch together last Saturday. I think I need to send her this picture just for a laugh (and I found like six copies of it, so I can definitely spare one). I *hated* wearing glasses in high school...I got glasses when I was in fifth grade, but I didn't find a whole heck of a lot of pictures of myself actually wearing them. And then when you add on the braces...yeah, well, I was a dork in high school, but that's okay. Now I'm a nerd :D
Only one more week left until Lee flies back to Texas for Thanksgiving!! I can't wait to see him. We're doing Thanksgiving here at my parents' house with both our families and our friends Scott and Tiana, so I'm excited. But first I have to finish tearing up my mom's kitchen so it looks presentable. Hope you enjoyed the old pictures, they sure made me laugh!


Amber Hight said...

Awww! I love these old pics! You are so adorable, I love the mullet, bwahaha!;) Miss you precious!

Thoughts by B and M said...

on my goodness...these photos are GREAT and you were adorable as a youngster! the comments about the photos are the best part!!!!!!!!

Glad you're alive...been concerned...(i.e. no blog update in a LONG time!!!)

Amber Hight said...

Also, look how long she's been wearing Eskimo Joe shirts, bwahaha!

Giffysk8s said...

As soon as I saw your FB post about the recipes, I knew you'd been cleaning out the kitchen. But who knew you'd find such awesome photos there? Christy with a mullet! Come on, you must admit that's almost as fun as Christy with pirate hair! LOL

Despite the hair, the shoes, the fur, and the showing underwear, you were one adorable little girl! And it's not like the rest of us don't have photos like that of us, too~you're just the only one fun enough to post them on the internet! LOL Actually, my parents took slides, which have mostly deteriorated, so the evidence of my complete dorkdom is safe.

Must say, I am totally impressed by your stitching project. How could this possibly have been your first "big" one? It's so pretty!

Glad to have you back in Blogville. Been missing you! :)

Melissa A said...

These pictures are great! I remember that one of you and my pillow. It's fun to look back at these!

CCsMom said...

OK, OK, I must say I contributed to the dorkdom. But I am shocked at how brave you are to actually POST them for all to see!!! Yes, Christy is terrorizing me. Every night when I get home from work, she says, "OK, Mom, sit down and let's go through this box -- keep or toss?" It doesn't matter that I haven't seen most of that stuff in 20 years, it's still traumatizing. Oh well, I'll recover. Love you, Christy.

Giffysk8s said...

Aww, see, your mom isn't ready to kill you, or at least not yet!

BTW, my FAVORITE part of your post was the title!

Liz Guidry said...

Oh Christy, you were such a cute little girl. NOW we need some pictures of Lee :)

Charisse said...

Hey - I know those girls!!!

Loved looking at all these older pictures!