When I was born my parents said I looked exactly like my GRANDFATHER. Lovely. What little girl doesn’t want to hear that she looks exactly like her grandfather? Now when I look at adorable childhood pictures like this one all I can think is, “Hello little Ellwood.”
It’s amazing that I ever learned how to tame my hair. This is the sort of unfortunate hair that is the result of a person with stick straight hair breeding with someone who has thick curls. Hair that is never totally straight, and never fully curly. A frightful land of in between that had I been lucky enough to be in my teens in the 80’s would have made life so much more fortunate. Damn 90’s. Always bringing me down.
And lastly, I leave you with a family photo. I’d like to think we’ve all come a long way since then. If anything, Emmaly and I stopped matching which is a huge relief to all parties involved. And even more beneficial, I got rid of the Beatles haircut. Seriously mom, this was your first born daughter. What were you thinking?