Glamour Shots

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Confession Friday: Yes, this happened.

As promised, more ridiculously embarrassing photos are provided in this post.

When my cousin, Rachel, and I were 7 and 11 respectively, our aunt in Kansas invited us out to visit her. Our first vacation without parents! This sounded promising. After weeks of preparation, shopping, and excitement, we were loaded onto a Southwest plane at Midway Airport (back in the days when you could accompany people all the way to the gate without a ticket.)

Aunt B picked us up and drove us to her home. We were greeted by her dog and our uncle, and told that our older cousin may stop by to say hi. It was all so much fun. Aunt B had planned all sorts of great things to do during our stay. We would go to her makeup store, and visit her salon (she owned her own cosmetics line, a store, and a hair salon), and she wanted to take glamour shots of us. Barbizon here we come!

So we went to the shops and got our hair done at the salon. For the first time in both Rachel’s and my lives, we had our hair dyed. Rachel told the ladies that they could do whatever they wanted with her hair, but I was more wary of the ladies with the scissors.

I informed them, not too quietly, that I was NOT very adventurous, and that they better not hack all of my hair off. Even more so, they could not do crazy layers. I was a nervous Nelly who hated change. I allowed them to do a little face shaping, but that was it. Rach ended up with a feathered haircut resemble something Farrah Fawcett would be proud of.

Then we went home with our new ‘dos and raided Aunt B’s closet. She wanted to dress us up like Barbie dolls, and that seemed okay to us. So we had a variety of outfits for our photo shoot prepared. I’ve included some of the high quality photography below.

And remember, we were 7 and 11
So maybe my future career as a model got a little off track…

For the record, when I was 11, I swore that I never wanted any of these pictures shown to anyone. Ever.

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8 Responses

  1. You crack me up. I remember glamour shots. I wanted them so bad, but never got them. Maybe that was a good thing!

    I am nominating you for a Liebster Award tomorrow on my blog. Come by and see if you want to accept it or not…haha! There seem to be rules and questions…so many questions to answer. Anyway, I really enjoy your blog. If you choose not to accept it that is OK too…just know you were nominated!

  2. Thank you. Thank you for this. I’m not sure if I love the animal print jacket or the boa more. What would be perfect would be the animal print jacket WITH the boa.

    This is one of those times where a time machine would really come in handy.

  3. I couldn’t resist popping over here to check this out after I read your comment on my blog. 🙂 You definitely don’t look 11, but your pics are pretty good! At least it looks like you had a lot of fun, and you didn’t have some creepy guy trying to manually reposition your head into angles your neck was never meant to turn/bend/stretch into, lol

    I guess we all have those pictures in our albums that we unsuccessfully try to hide under more flattering ones!

    1. I don’t think I’ve ever looked my age…especially when I wear makeup. But yeah, I can’t imagine a creepy guy doing the shit my aunt was doing!

      I suppose that’s why the world created blogging? So that we could revel in our embarrassing past?

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