Converse, Kriss Kross and Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Okay, the blog thing has taken me by the throat and won’t let me go. I’m officially a blogger. *shudders*

Nothing I can do now, so let’s get on with what I came on to write. A few things have jogged my thinking a conversation about the smile you did as a kid when told to for photos and the clothes worn in school/family photos.

I was lucky to go to a school where we wore our own clothes, when I say lucky, I guess I mean lucky for the clothing manufacturers that used us as human guinea pigs to carry out controlled experiments with questionable colourways and fabrics. Thankfully Mum wasn’t a sentimental parent and there isn’t a great deal of photos lying about. But thinking about my favourite clothes as a child, especially the ones I really loved its funny. I mean there were certain items I had that got washed a few times a week so I could wear them as often as possible. I remember a t shirt for example that I made – I cut it into a belly top (who remembers those) and I painted on the front red and blue and wore them with some shorts I liked and knee high socks (yikes!)

Then there’s a denim shirt with embroidery on the front with pearl poppers instead of buttons. Oh, and let’s not forget a tartan skirt I wore relentlessly. My list is endless.

As bad as the fashion was, I loved picking out my clothes every morning and knowing that it was my personal stamp on the World. To an extent, we all have that as adults, but it’s stifled with the thought of not fitting in with the right circles etc. and it sucks. Go out this weekend with something you don’t wear as much as you don’t feel comfortable and hold your head as high as you did when you were eight years old and walking to school to tell your friends that you picked out that outfit that morning all by yourself.

To address the photo smiling we did as kids, I love the real huge smiles kids do; especially the real ones. They remind me of the lack or responsibility we all had as well as how huge my teeth were and how it’s only now at twenty *mumbles* that I have finally grown into the huge tombstones that are in my mouth. I say at least one photo you have on Facebook should be of you now at the age you are with that smile. Just for a bit of fun.

I’ll be setting up a little group soon along the lines of the innocence of youth, which will be purely pictures of the members as kids, I invite each and every one of you and the only requirement I have is that you post a pic of you as a kid; particularly a staged school/family portrait photo.

Much love x