Summah days drifted away but oh those summah nights.
If I have to stop, scan and upload every old picture I come across that amuses me to pieces, unpacking is going to take a very long time.
This was about four months before we got married, a year since we left Mexico and moved back to Little Rock (where we were going to stay six months, max). He was working as an art director by day and thrashing around as rhythm guitar player by night. I was a bartender/cocktail waitress at a notorious local dive. Dig the acrylic nails and Virginia Slim.
Then look at our flat bellies and weep for what once was.
Bonus shot: me getting ready for my shift. Hey, who didn't have a red flannel plaid shirt in the nineties?
(Becca, I still have this, and you are never getting it back.xo)
Labels: marriage, the way we were
—Kyran, 9:20 AM
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My shirt!! Ah, those were the days. Brings back so many memories! We all miss our youthful bodies, but look how far you have come and what a wonderful life y'all have built. I'm jealous that you still have that shirt, but I would have lost it long ago in one of my many moves, so I'm glad someone is taking good care of it! Keep it forever! xo
Ha ha. I have a pic of myself pretending to hitchhike up by Lake Tahoe, dressed almost exactly as you are here. Except I think I was wearing the flannel shirt. I smoked then, too. *Sigh*
I love you weeping over the flat stomachs. i get that.
great photo...
In Marie Claire magazine,I just saw a page or two of celebrities wearing flannel shirts...a couple of them paired it with (yes) leggings.
Which means we're old enough to have watched that trend come back around.
Damn.
Great photos, and a nice look backward. (I miss my flat belly.)
Kyran,
I quite enjoy your blog, especially your occasional commentary on America. I am a Canadian married to an American, and living in Canada. I lived there for four years and only after moving back to Canada did I realize what a grip it had on me. On our frequent trips back, I am acutely aware of feeling more at home there than here. Which is distinctly different from how I felt when I first moved there, which was like I was on a movie set, since I don't think that I ever really thought of America as a place that was real. I am curious how you see yourself now. With your children and husband American, do you identify yourself as an American? I find I forget we are one and the other at this point, but every now and again life is flying along and then it's like I literally hear record needle scratches and there we are staring two countries in the face - sometimes it's cause for laughter, sometimes snarkiness, and usually parting ways with money. At any rate the theme occupies my thoughts for sure - and I enjoy your thoughts on it all. ps. All the rage in Canada right now is that the first ever Newfoundland born hockey player won a Stanley Cup on Weds. Woop Woop.
love it. I also find myself lingering over pics from a move box from last summer and wow..Are we really old enough to linger over photos? :)
Oh the red flannel shirt. Mine hangs patiently in my closet, just waiting to be in vogue again. (And according to Jennifer H above, it looks like it won't have to wait much longer. Now I just need to get me some leggings!)
I'm afraid to look at, let alone post, all those old pictures of myself. Surely they'd kill me dead.
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