- three weeks old: a jester
- one year old: Raggedy Ann
- two years old: a cat
- three years old: cinderella, complete with blue cast on my arm because I broke my hand that october
- age four: cinderella again. It was a long phase.
- five years old: Dorothy
- six years old: a pioneer
- seven years old: Madeline
- eight years old: a person from the renaissance? Where did I even come up with that
- not sure about nine
- age ten: a sorcerer
- age eleven: a fairy thing
- age twelve: Stanley from Holes
- age thirteen: not sure
- this is when my mom stopped making my costumes/I didn’t care as much?
- age fourteen: a witch
- age fifteen: a guy= really baggy jeans+boxers showing, my brother’s cross country jacket and a beanie with my hair flattened under it
- age sixteen: a guy again
- age seventeen: a guy again
- age eighteen: a pig/swine flu commentary. Embarrassingly coordinated with my best friend
- this year I considered going as Margo Tenenbaum but I was working both nights last weekend and couldn’t go out plus it’s cold and *grumble* homework
obligatory picture:
That collar was my actual cats collar at the time.
