Sunday, November 13, 2005

I Hated High School


Here's me the summer before my senior year of high school (c. 1991-92) at my best friend's house. She lived with her Grandparents and actually had a sliding door in her room that led to the backyard. Not sure which genius thought it was a good idea to give a 17 year old girl a bedroom with her own private entrance, but it was WONDERFUL for us! We would sneak out and go drinking, then creep back in at ungodly hours of the night.

My hair was the longest it's ever been in my life. I had two new hair wraps in from the latest Dead show I'd just been to in Chicago. I so needed someone to tell me I should be plucking my eyebrows and I'm not sure how I ever thought it was stylish to wear black nylons and shorts?? But, it was all the rage with me and my friends at the time...lol.

10 comments:

I n g e r said...

Oh, look at you, smack dab in the heart of the vulnerable years, looking so beautiful.

I'm just loving Photo Sunday!

Clandestine said...

we also thought it was a good idea to wear nylons with shorts.

i don't know why.

i just used it as an excuse to wear shorts in winter.

very strange.

Caroline said...

We graduated the same year!! Go 1992!!!!!

Bent Fabric said...

lmao @ the nylon and shorts comment!

AKH said...

It must have been the 90's. :)

sttropezbutler said...

I am going to bring back nylons and shorts...on men no less...

Just you wait!

STB

Lea said...

Not sure what to say here. I missed those years.
Love the long hair!

nancy =) said...

bellisomo!!

i, too, did the black nylons/shorts thing...but i was 30 in 91-92, go figure...

and i, too, am lovin the long hair...

ciao!!

SassyFemme said...

We used to wear courderoy shorts with tights! I can't believe I ever thought that was stylish! Oh, and that was about the same time frame, but I was just a few years out of college by then.

Love the long curly hair you had!

babyjewels said...

Oh I used to rock the black tights with black denim shorts and thought I was the shit. I was about 26. It was semi-Madonna meets punk.

(my husband as a teen had a room with sliders and also got away with murder. Really, what were they thinking)