A sometimes feature. When I remember. Or perhaps more accurately, when I have a massive case of blogger’s block.
Eighth grade “Graduation Dance.” We weren’t supposed to have dates, or hold hands, etc., but when this particular boy and I sat down to have our picture taken together, my English teacher threw us a bone and suggested he put his arm around me. He was my first crush. Started in 4th grade, and lasted until sometime in high school. He was also one of my closest friends.
I loved that dress and sweater. Probably could have done without the big hair on one side. Though, it’s not as bad as last week’s bonnet. The English teacher also stuck that flower on my sweater for the picture. I think it looks nice. I’m perplexed about how she got it to stay. I thought she had stuck it in the buttonhole, but I see that the buttonhole’s are on the other side. Magic, maybe.
What did your 1989 look like?