A photo montage of the Good Flea at earlier ages seemed to be in order today. Don't ask why because I don't have a good answer. I can only tell you that as an ugly red headed child, I put PDub to shame. Please don't judge me harshly. If I could PhotoShop myself prettier, I would.
I thought it might be a good thing to do this chronologically, so this photo is first. See the pretty moss strewn trees? I grew up in Louisiana. That look says a lot. I wish I knew exactly what it says.
The next photo says oh so much more, and I can tell you exactly what that is. "I got caught eating the spinach and liking it. And I talk with a mouth full of food." I really hope that's spinach (which I do like), because I'd hate to think what it might be otherwise.
The next one in line is over on the left, my first grade picture, the one you see every time you come here. First grade ... I was the child who got in trouble for doodling all over the margins of my standardized tests. You know, the one where you fill in the little bubbles with a pencil, and if you write anywhere else, it really screws up the computerized reader, as it reads EVERY PENCIL MARK. That was the year I took ballet. No Pioneer Woman here. I remember my ballet teacher telling me I was too clumsy, but my mother has recently corrected me, saying that I didn't like ballet, or the teacher, or something. My revisionist history is the better version. Sorry, Mom.
This one is Christmas at age eight. Anyone out there know what I'm holding? Anyone? My very first sewing kit! And see that tree behind me? We did Christmas at my dad's parents and that was my absolute favorite Christmas tree in the entire world EVER. Anyone out there remember the aluminum trees with the spun fabric balls? I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. One day I'll have one of my very own. *sigh*
This next one I was probably eleven years old, before anything really developed, and I was fanatical about my fuzzy string hair ribbons. Skinny, gawky, butt-ugly child. And didn't everyone have a pair of giant tortoise rim glasses? Please say it wasn't just me. Please! If the picture weren't so blurry you'd see the mass of freckles. Ugh. Hideous.
Now this one - this could have been some serious blackmail material. My best friend in the whole world, Sheryl, and I would, on the weekends, spend the night at each other's homes. Many nights we would drag out our mothers' old makeup - they'd give us the stuff they were going to trash - or head to the drugstore and buy Wet'n'Wild makeup for a dollar, then paint each other's faces to look ridiculous. This isn't one of those times. I think I was about 13 here and had just come back from an event at which my face was painted by a professional clown and I was attempting to recreate the look. I painted Sheryl's little sister's face as well. Sheryl was smart enough to steer clear of the clown makeup. But the two of us had more than our fair share of painting our selves to look like hookers on other nights. Good times.
The last one is the contemplative Flea. No clue what I was thinking. I think I was about 14 or 15, and at that time I wanted to be a writer. Don't I look here as though I'm writing entire novels in my head? No? Well I was. So there. Alright, alright - I was probably mentally writing a letter to the love of my life at that time, Keith. He had no idea he was the love of my life. I'd met him at summer camp and he was a writer, an artist and a musician. He was the primary reason I went back to camp every year. And he had a mustache! (swoon) I really did write to him frequently, and he actually wrote back. He even wrote a poem for me when my mockingbird fell in the toilet and drowned.
Enough with old love interests and ugly pictures! How do you stand it? And please tell me someone else had one of those glorious silver Christmas trees.
Until I write again ...
I love it! I especially love how you painted your freind's little sister to look like Gene Simmons, LOL!
Hon, you are WAY too hard on yourself. I love red hair and think you were a very beautiful little girl. The clown makeup however...
I remember those string ribbons! Had 'em. I woulda had the glasses but thankfully I still don't need a pair.
Yea, I don't see the ugly. That last picture is worth a thousand words, so yes I can see the novels floating around in that young girls head. :)
I don't think you were any ugle red head child. I think your just extra critical of yourself.
I can't believe how much your kids look like you in that last picture...you would think you were related or something ;)
Google is a wonderful thing. :)
And OH PLEASE about the "ugly". I happen to know for a fact that there are tons of great pictures of you out there. If I wasn't living out of boxes at the moment, I'd post one. :P In fact, I think you have some of those photos and just didn't post them yourself. I challenge you to get some and post them!!! >:( Grrr....
Love it, love it, love it! You were ADORABLE in every single one of those photos.
i LOVE your hair!!
You all are just too kind. Feeling sorry for me, are you? :) Y'all, that gawky one in the red striped shirt is just hideous! Don't even pretend otherwise. But thank you!
We took our road trip today. I have over 300 photos to go through, so it may be a day or two before Fred & Bessie show up here. They had a great time! My SIL said that it was a pretty sad thing that there are more F&B pictures in my camera than pictures of my kids. So true.
Great pictures! When I got to the spinach picture I almost started gagging because I thought it looked like a frog on your plate.
And . . . your mockingbird fell in the toilet and drowned? I had more intellectual comments to offer, but that threw me for a loop.
The mockingbird is a very sad tale. Gershwin was my baby. But once his wings got wet, he couldn't get out.
This is great stuff. I'll bet you were a perfect child.
Poor Gershwin. That must have been heartbreaking. May he rest in peace.
Marguerite! I went to the site and they're going out of business and are sold out of their trees! And Tanya, I was NOT a good child. Hee.
I LOVE it!!! You are such a HOOT! And, for the record, you are BEAUTIFUL!
Well, Google had other options. That was just the first one.
... and where's the great pics of you?
Uh my gosh your ADORABLE! I am praising Jesus that there really were other geeky girls than me. Can't wait to read your whole blog. This is my first visit visit, met you at Kelly's.
Goodness gracious, Flea! There are NO ugly red-headed children. It's an oxymoron. All are adorable and so were you.
I used to be smitten with red-headed children. In fact, I had to have my first non-red-headed baby at age 30 to stop saying I was going to be a mother of red-headed babies. Alas, I did not plan ahead and marry a red-headed man.
Flea, you are not ugly! And just to make you feel better, I didn't have those same glasses but I had some little oval ones that were just horrible and some of my childhood hair-dos, so bad! Thankfully those pictures are buried somewhere.
Yes, we actually HAD one of those trees! My mom faithfully put it up every year until I moved out of the house. I'm not sure where its at now, though. :)
Oh, that last picture of you is so beautiful!
But the one in the striped shirt? I've gotta be honest here...hideous. But I'm forever envious of your hair. I love, love love red hair!
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