This is my first grade photo. I know. The hair.
The level of layering going on here is just…
staggering.
First grade is the first year of my life that I can remember very well. Fortunately I have no recollection of anyone at Bayville Elementary School taunting me unmercifully for the haphazard, home-cut hair. Actually, I was very popular in first and second grades, a point of fact documented at the end of my second grade journal when I wrote, “I was very popular this year and last year too.”  Things started going downhill socially in fourth grade, but fifth grade is when I totally lost whatever mojo I had and didn’t get it back until like, oh, I don’t know, my senior year of college.

It’s probably no coincidence that first grade is when I started writing down stories with titles like, “What if All The Vegetables Started to Dance?”  in the I […]

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This is my third grade class photo. The blouse was silk, the vest was velvet, and though you obviously can’t see them in this photo, the culottes were tweed and brown.
That’s right. Culottes. 1880s newspaper delivery boy knickers updated for the 1980s. Modern pantaloons.
The three elements of this outfit–blouse-vest-culottes–were never separated from one another. Never did I wear the blouse sans vest under my baby blue monogrammed sweater*. Never did I wear the vest over my Cheryl Tiegs brand plaid blouse with ruffles down the front*. Never did I wear the brown tweed culottes with my purple, teal and magenta batwing velour sweater*. BLOUSE-VEST-CULOTTES. It’s as if the whole outfit would self-destruct in a conflagration of bad fashion if one element was removed from the ensemble as a whole.
*Not hypothetical. These are actual descriptions of clothing I once owned and wore and will perhaps post on this blog in the […]

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When I was in 5th grade I auditioned for a variety show called RAZZLE DAZZLE ‘EM at a local community theater. For the try-out, I sang the trenchant, big vibrato ballad “Don’t Cry Out Loud” made famous by a singer named Melissa Manchester that I don’t expect any of you kids to know about. The sheet music was totally not in my key and it was kind of an inappropriate song to be sung by an eleven-year-old. Not inappropriate as in like, porny, but lyrically speaking it’s not a song an eleven-year-old could really sing with any authentic feeling…yet if done well I guess it could’ve had a haunting effect kind of like The Langley Schools Music Project’s version of “Desperado.” I chose “Don’t Cry Out Loud” for two reasons: 1. My mom liked it. 2. I was very familiar with it because it played on WOBM all […]

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But as you can see* the picture didn’t upload properly. The World’s Greatest Webmaster has been trying to fix it all week. (Apparently it’s a WordPress problem, not a MegMessedUp problem, as is often the case when it comes to things technological.) So the general idea is that I’ll upload random pictures from my youth and write a little about them. I think I’ll do this on Fridays because I like the alliterative flow of the words (retro)photo Fridays and also because I hope I’ll get enough writing done on BUMPED at the end of each work week that I’ll be able to take time out to do this without feeling like I’m screwing myself priority-wise.
So this is me at eight years old, tap dancing my heart out in my final recital for Miss Nonie’s School of Dance which I attended for four years even though I wasn’t very graceful […]

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