Thanks to my ill-advised participation in “Rent a Senior Day,” there’s a photo of me wearing Rollerblades, a unitard, and little else. A teacher made me go home and put on a pair of jeans.
Wearing a Mexican peasant blouse and strumming an acoustic guitar, crooning something angsty by Neil Young. The year was 1975 and I evidently thought I was Joni Mitchell.
Thanks to my ill-advised participation in “Rent a Senior Day,” there’s a photo of me wearing Rollerblades, a unitard, and little else. A teacher made me go home and put on a pair of jeans.
Freshman year with orange hair, courtesy of Sun-In.
http://www.drugstore.com/qxp14973_333181_sespider_1_1/sun_in/hair_lightener_original.htm
Wearing a Mexican peasant blouse and strumming an acoustic guitar, crooning something angsty by Neil Young. The year was 1975 and I evidently thought I was Joni Mitchell.
Me with a blue satin jacket on, long hair and a saxophone. I think I was trying to Channel St. Elmos Fire.
there is a reason that (pre-blonde days) I stood out as the only part jewish girl at the very baptist school.
I was fluffing some ruffles across my chest on the dress I was wearing. only it looked like I was holding my, uh, chest parts.