Rob and I went down to our storage locker to drop off some things and also so I could look for some juvenila to read at Wiscon. While there I opened a box of old photos and found the Glamour Shots that I had taken when I was 23.
So for your amusement, compare and contrast.
Me at 23
Me at 41
I would like to thank my mother and my grandmother for the genes that make me look better at 41 than I did at 23.
In answer to questions I am anticipating… Yes, that’s my original hair color. No, I don’t perm my hair now. I just spent most of my life thinking it was straight but unmanageable.
Also, thank God for getting me past the stage where I thought mall bangs looked good.