Throwback Thursday

I'm takin' it to the blog, people. Why? Because I am in possession of two large plastic totes of old family photos, so I can. Plus, they totally make me smile/laugh/turn beet red in embarrassment of my 9-? year old self.

Fall 1987

Look at my dad's gorgeous marigold bed. Look at my sister's adorable lace tights. Look at my dad's hair and glasses and mustache. Look at my collar and side pony and staring into the sun squint. Look at the adept use of the rule of 1/3s (or maybe just the smaller number of "takes" when film was all the rage).