In My Prime

I think I'm in my prime. At least I don't think I missed it. Steph has a theory about being in your prime (it came from one of her friends and if you want specifics you'll have to ask her). At the peak of your prime is when you meet your spouse. How do you know if you're in your prime? I'm not positive. But I do know that if you look back at pictures from five, three, or even a year ago and you think "I looked better then" you're in trouble. You probably missed it. As long as you think you look better (and your personality has only gotten better) than you did years ago you're probably ok. I'm too afraid to analyze pictures from a few years ago to see how I compare. But there is one thing I'm sure of. High school was not my prime. When I was home a couple of weeks ago my parents made me clean out all my stuff and I found some old pictures. Mostly I'm embarassed I left the house looking like I did. In my defense, by the time I left Jr. High I was no longer doing my hair with a blow dryer and a can of hairspray (and by the time I left elementary school my mullet had pretty much grown out).

I don't know what I like most about this look. The shirt under the sweatshirt with that awesome jacket. The bright yellow earrings. Or the mullet. I was only ten. I had no say.

There was nothing flattering about big hair. Permed (frizzy) big hair. Nothing. Luckily there aren't many pictures like this in existence. (Amy if you see this I'm sorry for posting it). I really liked New Kids on the Block at this point in my life as well. I don't know if that excuses or it or makes it worse.

Fortunately by this time I had learned that big, frizzy hair was not my most flattering look (although I was still using a can of hair spray and a blow dryer to get this look). Unfortunately I hadn't learned the same thing about acid wash jean shorts with leggings and my shirt buttoned up all the way. With a pin. Still, I owned it.

That isn't a real skirt. It's a skort. And I'm wearing (white) nylons with it. And that color block shirt? Awesome. I got kicked out of a church dance in this outfit because my skort was too short.

There are a few things I love about this outfit. OK, I love(d) the whole thing. This is one of my senior pictures (and not a candid shot of me climbing a ladder-for those of you who were wondering). Mostly I love the lace up detail on the front of the shirt.

This is the picture I think I am most ashamed of. I was in college (not even a freshman) by this point and should've known better. (It happened more than once that this roommate and I would get home after class and notice that we were wearing very similar outfits. It really, truly was not planned.) I think its safe to say that college was not my prime either.