Me, circa 1979 / ChicagoI've been interested for a long time now in the idea of having at least one day a week to follow some theme; I liked and tried "Wordless Wednesdays" that I saw Natalie do and there are so many other great ones out there but I've never had the discipline to stick with it. Yesterday I stumbled across someone's Flashback Fridays (did I remember to note which blog? Noooo. I am sorry about that.) and thought it was a good fit between a theme day and my pledge to get more of my old photos scanned in. So here's the first installment.
Happy weekend, one and all.
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I love it... the idea, and this particular flashback. You look "cool." You look like this lovely, intelligent, nobody's fool kind of youngster. But we need a little back-story... what were you thinking? What happened after the camera was put away?
Flashback Friday... good idea. I need a scanner.
I did sorta march to the beat of my own drum in high school -- I wasn't really in any of the crowds, the groups. I knew a lot of people, and had friends, and went to parties, but didn't care a whole lot about what people thought of me and I was willing to be my own self. I didn't particularly think that I had it goin' on, but I was okay with who I was. Sometimes as an adult I've wondered where my confidence went, to be honest.
So anyway my boyfriend (who was older) took the picture -- an old Polaroid I used to tote around. Those were prescription sunglasses and I loved them -- I've never treated myself to another pair (of course my parents paid for these) but maybe I should someday. The sweater was a hand-me-down from my brother. We were probably on our way to walk down along the lakefront or maybe to get a cuppa joe someplace. I think there's a companion, actually, to this picture -- I'll try to find it and post it next week....
This really is a great photo. I'm sorta sad Polaroids aren't going to be around much longer. And 1979? You sure haven't aged that much. Some people are so lucky that way.
I've definitely aged since then...I was 18 months old. :)
Such a funny mix... you look wise and composed and yet youthful enough to pass for 12 years old.
You hit on something else I was thinking... what do these old pictures of ourselves remind us about our strengths and convictions? Do we believe or feel what we did then, and how have we changed, why? Our cells are not the same, but are our beliefs and capabilities so changed?
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