I used to be cute.

Lorelei and Isabelle really wanted to see what I looked like when I was a kid. While at Mom's, we looked through some old photo albums...and I took pictures of pictures.


Sorry for the lousy quality. Mom doesn't have a scanner.



My shirt says, "Where in the world is Bright, Indiana?"
It's so small, WE didn't even know where it was.
And check out my groovy bell bottoms with the totally cool cross-stitching.
I was blond once. But I was smart. And cute!



The happy family at a wedding.
Dad very rarely wore a suit.
Maybe that's why someone took a picture.



The first wedding I was in...my cousin Sue's.
The colors were peach and brown.
It was the Seventies.
My Grandma made that dress and headband. I felt so grown up. I was 5.
And my brother was practicing for a career as a mortician.
Check out the ruffled TUX. Steve was smokin'!!!!


I think there are still pieces of this tea set somewhere at Mom's house....
I was so excited!
Jeez, was I really a girly-girl?
Check the tooth missing....a friend of my brother's had pushed me down a full flight of wooden stairs and I had to have a baby tooth pulled. Loser.
But look how cute I was!



Catching my first fish....if you can't see it, it's that tiny, fish-shaped thing in the bottom right corner.
I was rather proud of myself.
But I didn't want to touch it, so my Dad had to take it off the hook for me.
(And more bell bottoms. The Seventies were ugly. But I was cute!)


Anyone think that Lorelei kind of looks like me?

I may have been cute, but she has me beat, I think.
(Isabelle refused to stand still for a photo...but there's a lot of me there, too.)

So I wasn't always a snarky, dye-haired obnoxious old broad.
Once, long ago, I was adorable.
That keeps me going.