My mother's 80th birthday party is this weekend, and I volunteered to put together a slide show. Which means I was up until 1:00 am going through albums and boxes and scanning pics, and here I am at nearly midnight tonight just finishing up going through more pictures. My pictures are all clumped and stored pretty randomly, which makes things interesting. Sometimes I'll have pictures from two or three different years in the same envelope. (In case you're wondering, I don't scrapbook. If God had wanted me to scrapbook, He wouldn't have invented shoeboxes.)
It's funny that I'm so unorganized with pictures, when I'm so obsessive about being organized with everything else. I guess I feel like life is sort of random, so records of it ought to be random, too. On the plus side, I was very good about writing names and dates on the backs of everything, which is coming in very handy.
In any case, going through the pictures has made me very nostalgic, and also given me an idea for journal inspiration. I scanned in some (of course) random pictures and will be posting/blogging about them. So be forewarned. I will probably get maudlin.
In the meantime, I'm posting this pic, because it's the pic of me that looks most like my mom, even though my mom never had long hair.
I'm about 25 or so in this pic...this was around the time that my friend Lydia and I had our famous "Quarter of a century old, and we haven't learned a damn thing" dinner. Lydia took this picture, by the way. Notice the acid wash jeans and the Swatch. I loved those 15-button henley shirts. I had at least one in every color. Back then, we'd layer them 2 or 3 at a time. Ah, the 80's. How I miss them. I still have two red ones - they're my winter painting shirts, although I haven't painted anything during the winter in years.
I really don't have anything else to say about this picture. I'm too distracted by the acid wash.