So There I Was: 1988 edition


That is one impressive curl ball on the side of my head.

I know. There’s a lot going on in this picture. Clearly, my mother encouraged me to wear sponge rollers the night before so the 80s side pony tail would have ample volume for my sixth-grade yearbook picture.

Yes. This is what has been forever captured in the 1988 Bobcat annual.

I’m not embarrassed. In fact, I think it’s pretty impressive that the ball is so symmetrical in circumference. And I don’t think my bangs had ever been that perfect in the history of my big hair existence.   You can’t see, but there’s yellow on top of the red part of my hair bow.

And what may appear to be a red shirt is actually a red jumper. That’s right. A one-piece phenomenon that I insisted on tucking and rolling at the bottom so my yellow socks could be seen above my red Keds.

I was obsessed with matching everything.

Check out the earrings. Aren’t they pretty? Don’t they match perfectly? Thank you for noticing. The young middle schooler Lincee was a creative genius and wouldn’t let the fact that I had lost one of my red heart earrings keep me from the perfect yearbook picture. Give me a paint pen, sharpie and a stack of index cards and I was good to go. If I had been a budding entrepreneur, I would have started a custom earring business in my covered desk at the back of Mrs. Skinner’s language arts class. Instead, I was probably asking for extra homework or anxiously waiting for a phone call from Walden’s Bookstore telling me the next installment of The Babysitter’s Club had just arrived.

I was a preferred customer.

Do you like how it appears my left eyebrow experienced an unfortunate plucking fiasco?  It’s actually a scar.  It was my first (of many) major “incidents” that required stitches in my lifetime.  I was around three-years-old and was chasing my sister in the house.  I turned a corner and had no clue that Jamie had shut the door to keep me from tagging her.  There was a huge full-length mirror hanging on said door and I slammed head first into it.

To this day, Jamie still does not claim blame because she thinks I should have seen myself coming and stopped.

Do you see what I had to put up with as a child?

I just wish I had toned down the drill team head tilt a bit because you can practically see up my nose.


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