the thirty day meme, day ten

[ishyface]

Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television programme
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy



This is a detail from a larger portrait of all the cousins on my mother's side of the family, done while we were visiting them in England for Christmas. I am four years old, plus a couple of months, and have apparently already decided to make my reputation as "the dopey-looking one" in any given group of people. The one in the matching dress next to me is withoutawhy. (We aren't twins, but our mother dressed us the same until we got old enough to protest.) What I remember most about that visit: double decker buses, the smell of vodka and cigarettes, watching an old man put a ship in a bottle, splitting open my chin on my nana's television set, the Beatles museum.

Comments

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's a pretty big age gap for identical outfits. Your mother must have been a very resourceful lady.

I kept on wearing lots and lots of dresses until I hit middle school, at which point I started reading Tamora Pierce and was all NO MORE DRESSES FOR ME THEY ARE DUMB PANTS ONLY PLZ. Unfortunately, I had yet to start wearing jeans, so for about a year and a half there I wore only Spandex leggings (in fluorescent colours!) and oversized men's shirts. Since this was in the middle of my butterball phase, it looked exactly as horrifying as you'd think.

[spikey-kris.livejournal.com]

OH EM GEE... Fluorescent leggings and oversized t shirts... I think my psyche blocked that shit out... That was pretty much all of 4-7th grade for me (Yah, 7th grade, I was awkward as fuck for all of junior high, i went from leggings to coloured jeans. Seriously, green, burgundy, brown, I had coloured jeans and I wore them on a REGULAR ROTATION. This is why no one has ever said "Oh Kris, you're so cool" to me...)

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

... Coloured jeans aren't cool? D: