I wonder how long it took me to get my hair looking that bad in 1982

We came across this picture the other night. Mary opened a frame and here I was. This photo had been foisted on me by my aunt when she was going through my grandmother’s belongings a couple years ago. Who else would want this picture of me?

Mary asked who it was. I told her. Then she said, “You look like a boy.”

The reason I must look like a boy to her is because this was taken in my pre-eyebrow plucking era. It certainly can’t be because of the hair. All the men and boys in our house have short crew cuts. The next morning, Mary found the picture again, and still all she could say about it was, “You look like a boy, Mom.” That from a 3 year old.

I like the sweater. My Aunt Beth gave it to me and I wore it constantly.

I can’t wait to show you the picture that I found under this one when I took it out of the frame to scan it. It is much worse.