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day 4: a photo of you taken over ten years ago

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So I found two (thank you Hayley and your photo memories album) and I'm pretty certain they're both 10+ years ago. Judging from clothes, hair and others in the pictures this first one I think was when I was when I was 16.
 
Can't find me? Here's a close up! Yeah pretty sweet everything there huh? I am just in awe over my shades, shirt (seriously 2 shades of army green with hawaiian flowers running up the sleeve? SO hot) and the HAIR. OH the hair... for some reason I thought I needed curlier hair so I got my butt to the salon and got a perm... blah.


This next gem is cira 1999- I think. Honestly I have no idea I just know I was in high school and that the kid in the blue shirt and hat is 2 yrs older than me so I must have been a freshman or sophomore...
 

Once again I'll provide you with a zoom in (funny thing is I did the "zoom" in Paint because even though I have PhotoShop on my computer (Suite 5!) I have no idea how to use it...
Judging from the hair color and style I believe this picture predates the other. I think I look younger too... So my guesses are as follows: Picture with the pumpkin is my freshman year of high school ( Fall 1998) and the top one is probably Spring 2000. Hayley can probably correct me though :)

Good thing I'm one of those people that are getting better with time huh? WOW
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J Hayley B said…
Definitely the other way around dear! The bottom one is Fall 2001 and the top is sometime our freshman year.
November 2, 2010 at 8:16 AM
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