It has been a few months since I’ve posted fashion pictures. The truth is I am a woman of deep convictions. I often get newsletters from missionaries and organizations that work with the poverty stricken. When I see a child pictured in a tattered dress and cut up bare feet, I get so mad at myself for wanting any clothes at all. So many people wear the same thing over and over again for as long as they can. I’d rather buy shirts from Sevenly
that help people and these organizations and wear the same pair of jeans every day for as long as I can too. I know it might sound weird, but that’s something God has put on my heart. Of course I will still photograph pretty outfits from time to time, but I really get so down when I see people wearing so many outfits that they constantly buy all the time and to have loads of wishlists, etc. Most people don’t have my conviction, but I wish many would see how what they get is so temporary while someone is in dire need elsewhere.
On some less serious notes I wanted to share some older photos of me.
I used to be a blonde but it started to darken and looked funky. That’s when I decided to start dying my hair. This is me when I was a freshman in high school. Also I didn’t pluck my eyebrows and have mentioned before that I rarely pluck today other than once every three weeks or so.
My fashion sense was always mocked by others, but now looking back, I see that these people probably were intimidated by my confidence and love for what I wore. This is me in 1994 (5th grade). I used to wear only hippy and historical type of styles (bellbottoms were not popular during the grunge explosion). I don’t laugh at anything I used to wear on my own choosing because it helped create the individual that I’ve always been.
I was always very tall for my age. Of course this caused for many to call me terrible names because of how skinny I always was. In this photo I was 3 years old. Everyone thought I was more 5 or 6 years old. These are my nursery school teachers who specifically took care of the 3 year olds. And yes I do have shoes that are similar to these that I wear today (but in black). I was 5’6″ in 5th grade and am now 5’9″, which isn’t that tall, but it is tall. Doctors thought I’d end up being 6’0″. . .with heels I am even taller than that sometimes.
All my clothes were hand-me-downs until I was 6. They were usually too baggy for me or too short for me because of my size. I always have ruined every dress I wear. No joke. Most of the vintage dresses you’ve seen me wear and post on my blog have been repaired a few times because I end up ripping them somehow or I get stains on them. I would wear them every single day if I could but because of how badly I damage them, my husband has told me that he’d prefer I only wear them when I go out or for special occasions. I have been known for playing in mud and ruining dresses so many times since I was a child to currently. I like to run around! So much for looking pretty when I have stains and dirt all over me all the time.
As a baby I was dedicated to the Lord. While many people choose to baptize their babies (which is unBiblical), my parents chose to raise me up on Christ and the Word of God so that one day I would choose to become baptized through submersion in water as was done in Jesus’ time by adults who were able to confess their sins and willing to transform their lives to follow Him (which I chose to do in my early 20s). Someone handmade this cute outfit for my dedication. My family publicly declared to their church that they would raise me to understand God and the congregation agreed to help them. My husband and I had our sons dedicated as well.
I got married when I was 20. A lot of people thought it was unwise or that we were too young, but it was one of the best decisions of my life. Sometimes we wish we married even earlier, but our parents often told us to wait (we were engaged nearly two years before we married). Rob is my best friend and in many ways we’ve been able to grow up together and I’m extremely blessed to have him for my husband for nearly 8 years now.
I love being a mother. Although I hated being pregnant, I’d give birth 50 times if possible. I really am blessed to have such amazing little boys. They are frustrating at times, but have been learning and growing so much. They are lovable and so sweet.
(picture of me pregnant with Micah. . and yes I go swimming covered like this. If only I had 1920s bathing suits)
I used to have dreadlocks (they were babies here) but if you’ve been at my blog for a long time now, you are fully aware at all the hairstyles I’ve done. I missed brushing my hair so much that I had to cut all this hair off and I need to have 4 more inches to get back to this length.
I was a very sad and very lonely little girl. There were no girls in my neighborhood, I had no friends at all, and I pretty much had to entertain myself. (this was a hand-me-down dress but I love it. I was 7 here). I’m very thankful that I have a few very close friends.. . .
I’m really silly (but don’t tend to like jokes and am a very serious person). Here’s one of my dearest friends (Laura) wondering what I was up to (taken this past weekend).
And my husband is silly with me . . .and he stalks me. My personal paparazzi.
(the following pictures were taken by Laura)