I’ve bragged before about my childhood style. I was a tomboy rebel, living it up in giant stained sweatshirts and gym shorts that I cut so that the leg-holes looked like rows of shark teeth (yes, I really did that). It’s easy to look back at my sartorial history and shudder, but for the most part, I’m pleased that I was a girl who rocked my parents’ running tees and a hairstyle that made me look like one of the sons from Home Improvement. In celebration of that girl, I present this photo, a rare example of childhood style that I still covet:
Me, or Ellen DeGeneres' long lost daughter
This photo was taken in preparation for a class trip to Yosemite, where we dressed like pioneers, ate food prepared by our own grubby fingers, and worked with a blacksmith to bend hot metal. It was just as amazing as it sounds.
If I could go back in time, I would definitely revisit 3rd grade, despite the awkwardness, the growing pains, and the 4 weeks of Mononucleosis. And you’d better believe I’d come back to 2012 with that fringed jacket.
Jessa, you so rocked that pelt! Who knew that our little pioneer would one day sprout into the lazy vegetarian?
Jetty Jet, did the gun and pelt have anything to do with your path to vegetarianism?
Hmm…maybe. But I still think that beaver pelt looks awesome.
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