'Fro me to you

No, of course that is not me. I stumbled upon this blog fun from bloggy pal Jennifer. The idea originates at We are THAT Family and is repeated each Thursday. So if you are bored and looking for some Thursday fun, give it a whirl, or just go follow the links posted. Some of them are quite funny.

Before I get on with the fun, I want to make sure everyone knows what the main premise for this posting is:

The purpose of Sincerely 'Fro Me to You (every Thursday) is to link up a post about something from your past. You can reach back all the way to your childhood and bravely post pictures of your 'fro or post something from last year and tell us about it. I'm not picky. We just want to read about something that will never see the inside of a scrapbook either because it's not worthy or because you can't find your fancy crinkle cut scissors.

Sooooo..... "Fro me to you" I would like to share with you a little expose of my life. They shall forever be known as "The Plaid Years".

Evidence shows that this period of my life probably began sometime around kindergarten:

Exhibit A. I am sporting a lovely blue and white plaid jumper matched so eloquently with a quaint elastic short-sleeved shirt. Thank you Ms. Mayhall for combing my beautiful bangs so perfectly in the front. (the something on my chin must have been on the scanner glass)

Thankfully, due to school uniform requirements, I suppressed my feelings for plaid. That is, until 6th grade.

Exhibit B. The red plaid dress. I remember it so well. I'd bet you $20 that the shoe of choice was today's fashionable Sperry Top-Sider. Ahem, with white knee socks. Really. I mean, while I'm confessing let's just get it all out.

Middle school must have been when the love of plaid (plaidophilia) came over me in full force. Notice my 7th grade photo:

Exhibit C. Fine. I had an affinity for red plaid. In case you are wondering, I probably had this little red jewel tucked into a khaki or navy blue skirt with the same above mentioned shoes.

There must have been some sort of A&E Intervention that occurred in the summer before 8th grade. I have no memory of it, but it must have happened because there is no more plaid in my school photos after 7th grade.


Well, until 10th grade. I guess I fell off the wagon. A plaidophilia relapse even. The evidence is quite clear:

Exhibit D. That's a pretty snazzy way of sneaking some plaid in, don't you think? Hey, and it's not red!

So the saga continued all the way into 11th grade.

Exhibit E.The blue plaid button down combined with the ever so soft navy sweater vest. Accented by the gorgeous add-a-bead necklace.
Ahhhh, the preppy years. Where did they go??

Don't think for a second that I have turned plaid-o-phobic. No siree. And please don't sick TLC's Stacy and Clinton on me. Now that I am older and way wiser I have been able to control my LOVE for the plaid cloth....until I saw these:




HELP!!!! I may need another intervention