On this fated night, my journey into womanhood began. It was the Christmas party my eighth grade year. My friend and I were both joking that we should sit on Santa's lap- I'm not exactly sure why we thought it would be funny- but I did.
When I got home that night, much to my dismay, I found out that I was the cause for Santa's RED pants!!! Note the classy sweatshirt tied around my waist, which was actually a little blessing from heaven that no one saw the evidence of my first 'visitor'!
The beauty continues on into my ninth grade year. Note the cowboy style button up, collar turned up, permed hair, ultra oily face, and large white scrunchie! I am pretty sure I made that scrunchie myself- just one of the many I had made.
When I was a 10th grader, we did a ballet dance to "Part of Your World" from the Little Mermaid. Notice my dance partner, Jared Clontz, and his hunky mullet. I'm not sure if it was the mullet or the shadow mustache that made me like him more. My Dad used to make fun of the way that the beautiful scallop design on the top of my unitard framed my mosquito bites. Thanks Dad!
When I was a 11th grader, I had moved from the bangs and scrunchie stage to what my Mom called my lions mane! Such an awkward time of life- you couldn't pay me to do it again.
Stay tuned.... I don't want Adam to feel left out of the Ode to Puberty!

