Tag: memories
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#tbt Everybody’s Doin’ It
Back when I was in first or second grade, I begged my parents to let me pierce my ears. All my friends were showing up at school with dainty, sparkly studs, and I wanted to be just as grown-up as they were! My parents’ answer was an emphatic NO. “You’re too young,” was the reasoning.…
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#tbt Dance, Dance
This photo is from late August 2007 and the real beginning of my adult life and as such, I am in a toy store. playing DDR. and falling in love with New York City. a year later, I would move to the Big Apple – September 8th, 2008, and from then my life would never…
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#tbt The Least-Super Model
My mother sent this article to me, clipped from a local magazine. The year is 2006, and despite a deep-seated self-loathing that the photograph conveys, I have volunteered myself to model for a local photo-feature. Does this image not make you cringe? The forced, uncomfortable smile barely peeking through a wall of hair, one arm…
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#tbt A Tale of Two Robots
On January 19th, 2012, I took this photo in Williamsburg, Brooklyn: Pay CLOSE ATTENTION the goofy little robots in the bottom, holding up the carnation? I loved this photo and the robots and the flower SO MUCH that I made that photo my lock screen photo for the past, like, two and a half YEARS.…
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#tbt My Blog Turns 5!
So apparently, I started this little blog FIVE YEARS ago! Woohoo! Originally, my posts were short (like tweets) but now they’re…um…less so? And it may interest you to know that when I first started this blog, I loved to rhyme. So for my blog’s fifth birthday, I would like to regale you with three of…
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#tbt On The Boards
I used to act, believe it or not. This photo from my college days, back when I used to love acting and boy, do I look like I’m loving it in this picture! How hot is that orange and yellow dress? And the white feather twixt mine cleavage? Hawtness.
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30
I’ve spent the better part of the past year – maybe even longer – fretting about my impending 30th birthday. it seems like such a monumental number. like New Year’s Eve, or Daylight Savings. when the clock flips over on midnight, I will be thirty. everything different. a whole new decade. I will be changed.…
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#tbt Grandma’s Birthday
My Grandma is an awesomely funny lady. She just turned 89 two days ago. This photo is from her 80th birthday party a.k.a. the last time I wore a blouse to please my mother. I’m sure I was sweltering in the late July heat, here. Ugh! Look at those neutrals! What was I thinking?!? Just…
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Loss
Today would have marked the 31st Birthday of my good friend, Aaron, who passed away three years ago this past winter. The occasion never passes without its share of memories and the feeling of unfairness it brings. Every year it gets easier to believe the unbelievable, that my friend is really gone. But that doesn’t…
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#tbt WAL-MART
This photo isn’t dated, but to the best of my knowledge, it was taken sometime in the spring of 2006-7. I have no recollection of the time or who I was with but I remember spending glorious hours hanging out with my friends in the local WAL*MART. It was a playground for people with no…
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#tbt Flattering
I always thought neon pink was a flattering colour on me. Soft lighting, my best friend. And as far as flattering angles go, those of us with big noses know to look no further than the overhead angle. Boom.
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#tbt Clingin’ to Big Red
Back in 2005, I was clinging to a lot of things I probably shouldn’t have. The delusion that I could still pull off being a blonde. I’m talking full-time blonde here, of course, not the partial blonde that I currently rock to, if I may say so myself, great success. My high school glory days,…
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Currently…in July 2014
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FEELING: Dotty and dopey and dripping with dandyness! Sunny days are here at last and I’m making the most of it, stretching my legs on the sidewalks and giving flight to my fancies. I’m taking strolls and seeing sights so sweet it’s like my heart could burst. WATCHING: Monday Night is still Hulu night as…
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#tbt Carousel Rider
The other night, my aunt texted me this picture completely out of the blue! I have no idea when it was taken (judging my the blonde boy in the background, possibly 1987? 1988?) but thought I’d share. I’ve been really nostalgic for carousels lately. My hometown of Binghamton is well known for its carousels. Homesickness…
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#tbt Sweaters in July
July 2012 Doesn’t this totally look like a book jacket photo? It was taken on the deck out back of my parents’ house and speaking of jackets, I am freezing in this pic. It’s my late-July annual Trip Up North and climate change is for real, y’all. I left NYC in sweltering heat, with a…
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#tbt 2007 Knows No Cool
September 20, 2007 Oh my word. What have we here. Lately I’ve been missing my hometown a lot. That’s not to say I love New York any less, but I sometimes want to sojourn back to simpler times. When an afternoon of fun was as simple as going to the Salvation Army for Half-Price Wednesday. …
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#tbt Ring-A-Ding DONG
27 April 2010 Guys, I really need a vacation. Like really really REALLY. I need to get the hell outta dodge, away from these stupid tourists, and my heart longs to go all the way across the ocean, back to Europe. In April 2010 I was in Amsterdam, where the sun shone, tulips bloomed, french…
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Throwback Thursday – Ashton and Me
Facebook kind of sucks for a lot of reasons. It creates unnecessary drama, shows a side of people you’d rather not see, blah blah blah. But what it’s really good for is storing photos! And without further ado, here are some choice shots of my puppy love and me: Those crazy, pink-haired college days! I…
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Luke Sleepwalker
When I was a kid, I used to sleepwalk. Like a champ. Out the door, down the stairs, through the hall, round the kitchen, down another hall and wind up waking up in the room with my parents watching Nick at Nite, wondering why my dad was going on about witches and talking horses. Kind…
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Poppin' Tags
I first discovered the local Salvation Army in high school. I found this red dress for $16 and I was hooked. Back then, money was incredibly tight, as was my personal style. I stuck rigidly to the tomboy persona I wanted to portray and desperately tried to disappear into my surroundings. I coveted faded, neutral…