When I was foraging in our photo storage area for the Frida photo for my last post, I came across a startling amount of photos of Joel and I, in costume. Apparently, when we were in our 20’s, (a scant 3 years ago but feels like a lifetime, since becoming parents changed so much), we barely took pictures of ourselves unless we were in costume. And it appears that we wore costumes quite a bit.
So, in honor of Independance Day, I’m independantly posting a bunch of these photos, apropo of nothing. Because if you don’t have freedom on your blog, where are you free?
These are not even the tip of the iceberg. I’m just posting the ones that are cracking me up the most today.
These photos are grainy and have red eye. I love the past. It looks like my memories feel.
I look so young in that last one that I can feel myself aging backwards just by viewing it.
Sometimes I have days where I think, “I’m in my 30’s and have little to show for it.” Now, in those moments, I can refer to this post, and remember all that we accomplished, and what I have to say for myself.
I used my freedom in my 20’s to dress bizarrely. With that jumping off point, what will my 30’s hold for me?!