Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.
-Chuck Pahlaniuk Diary:A Novel

Monday, January 26, 2009

The Reason Facebook Was Created ...



... was to find photos like this.

14 comments:

Special K said...

So, there's a mild geek factor for poor Miss C there, but the craziest thing about this photo is the hair on those two girls on the left. AM I RIGHT?!?

Lyman said...

Geek? As a 13-year-old I would've been all over the girl.

And I love the ESPRIT shirt.

Jason said...

My first thought was "get the hell out." Facebook, a wonderful thing.

KHM said...

I love that photo, too. Its so clear that Carrie has always been her beautiful self...

and K: absolutely right about the hair on the heads next to her. I think those girls are my cousins...

Lyman said...

hahahahahaaaa! I bet they are Kathy!

Anonymous said...

Adorable. Nice perm. Her winning smile is still there for sure. Which one of Carrie's friends posted this picture? Do you know that stuff? Great shot.

LYFE Milo's Nonna

Kathy said...

Hey Lyman: that makes them YOUR cousins as well, baby!!!

Lyman said...

Of course, I didn't want to suggest otherwise.

I don't know the friend that posted it. Someone she went to school with obviously.

Carrie said...

I was always so jealous that I couldn't make my fine hair stand up like those other girls! No regrets now!

kbmulder said...

Ah! The good ol' days at West Middle. C and I both had home perms that lasted like 2 weeks I think. She was the big sis I always looked up to. I can for sure name one of the girls with big hair, they were notorious for it! L, why didn't you post the mullet picture, too?

Lyman said...

I was hoping nobody saw that

Kathy said...

I remember the mullet...

Special K said...

"Wings"! Many an hour I spent carefully crafting my own wings, then gave them a good shellac with some aquanet!

kbmulder said...

I don't remember you having wings. Wow! I forgot they were called that. I never could get my hair to do it. In the long run, I'm glad that my hair never looked to crazy in those days.