My parents have been on a major cleaning out the attic kick lately, so while I was in Houston it was my job to go through about 20 boxes of memories (i.e. junk) and figure out what I wanted to save and what to throw out. Here are a few of the highlights.
Yes, I do realize how terrifying this thing is and what it says of me that I not only made it, but declared it worthy of boxing up and saving forever. I'm fairly certain that I made it in high school "crafts class" (I swear to God this was an actual high school class) for Dia de los Muertos and that I didn't make it for some other way more creepy reason. I do, however, want to point out that I think a certain film franchise owes me quite a bit of money.
Don't even try and tell me I'm wrong. It doesn't take much to turn my mask into the crazy Jigsaw guy from Saw.
I accept your apologies.
Next item up for bid, my Michael Jackson microphone:
This thing was meant to be a rattle for my baby sister, but anytime the mood struck me, I'd snatch it away from her, put a white sock on my hand, and dance around the house singing "Beat It". The day usually ended with me kissing my MJ Pepsi poster goodnight. Don't judge.
Maybe I should now put something up that will make you like me again. I would like to submit to you these super cute onesies that I wore when I was a baby.
Although, now that I'm looking at them, they seem to be for two very different sized babies. Hmmm... Anyhow, they are now awaiting the arrival of Baby K and I guess we will just be prepared for the potential size of the kiddo either way.
Finally, and this might be my favorite thing that I found, I present you with this next item. From what I can put together, in art class I drew a picture of myself as a gypsy and then told a classmate's fortune, which I wrote on the back.
Oddly enough, the only thing that didn't come true was that she had nine kids instead of ten. So close.