The Days and Nights of Tiny Montgomery: All through the day/i me mine/i me mine/i me mine

Friday, April 18, 2008

All through the day/i me mine/i me mine/i me mine

I was pulling out some art materials today and came across some photos I had been meaning to scan and post. Yes, they're all me me me. About when I was born, my dad took up photography, setting up a darkroom and all that jazz. Thus, there are lots of photos of me when I was a tot. So these first two were taken by my dad. The rest, of course, are school photos.

I think this one is from 2nd grade. If only I could get my hair that color again...

Fourth grade, I believe. Check out the lesbian-chic hair and shirt!

Fifth grade, I suppose, sporting my version of the Dorothy Hamill hairdo.

I think this one is my eighth grade photo. While there was some nice accessorizing in the previous shot, I was coming into my own as a fashionista in eighth grade. I was voted Best Dressed in my class. Note the turquoise ring used as a scarf holder. And I wish I still had that scarf. The colors were gorgeous and it had a print of flapper girls and those wavy cloud-like graphics all over it.

4 comments:

Allison said...: LOVE IT!
It's so fun to see old photos of people who you've only ever known as an adult.
I had strawberry blonde hair until I was 3, then it was stick straight. I might bogart your post idea.
See you tonight!; April 18, 2008 at 2:54 PM
Unknown said...: Please post your pics too! I will not take offense, I promise.

And, yay, you're coming tonight! Obviously we won't be able to be outside, but still, it should be fun.; April 18, 2008 at 3:30 PM
Anonymous said...: Dude, you have started a trend, because I may totally do the same and post my old school photos. (Yeah right....I still haven't even posted about SXSW.) Those photos are so cute!!!; April 21, 2008 at 4:11 PM
Unknown said...: Everyone should post their kid photos!; April 22, 2008 at 2:36 PM

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