January 10, 2012

Then and Now, Pt. 1

The last time I was at my mom's house, dropping off all of my furniture before flying off to the big city, I came across her box of old family photos.  I sat there for hours tearing through all the pictures, and I think I may have cried a few times.  Okay, fine.  I rolled around on the living room floor, hysterical, whipping away tears with my tattered baby blanket and flipping through albums of our first vacation to Topsail Island.

I came across some seriously amazing pictures.  I love seeing how everyone in my family has grown and changed, including me.  So I'm starting this series, called Then & Now.  You'll see where I was, where I am now, and I'll tell you about where I want to be.

Part 1!

Yep.  That's me.  I'm not exactly sure how old I was - around the third grade I think.  I do not remember having a bubble butt, but apparently I did.  I do remember, however, always playing dress up.  I would run into our playroom after dinner and parade, literally, parade, through the house in outfits Lady Gaga would die for.  Like this little number.  I would feel perfectly natural in a tight red onesie and an Amish hat, posing in front of the camera for Mama while Daddy rolled his eyes, downed another beer, and tried to ignore what was happening.

I still feel comfortable in red unitards and big hats, but mostly just for crazy parties.  Here's the now, in the everyday:

I traded in the pajamas for a warm wool coat, and the Amish hat for an old-Hollywood turban (made out of leggings!).  I would love it if my mom were behind the camera again, but these days I'm parading down the sidewalks of Manhattan, rather than the stained-wood floors of my childhood home.  And I'm sure my dad would still be shifting his eyes awkwardly in the other direction, loving me all the same.

Turban: Hue thermal leggings; Brooch: thrifted; Coat: Coffeshop;
Gloves: Target; Tights: Diesel; Shoes: Chinese Laundry
One day I'll buy my kid a red onesie and a big Amish hat and see what happens.  Maybe he'll be into it.  Maybe not.  Maybe he'll parade around the house and pose in front of the camera, or maybe he'll hate it and never dress up.  Ever.  And I'm okay with that.  Honestly!  I'll just put the onsie on my head and turn it into a turban.



  1. I can't wait to see more of these! :)

    Love you,

  2. Adorable child, and I dig the outfit. Especially those shoes!

  3. You are the pure meaning of being a humble human being!


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