While going through old photos the other day, I found this gem. I was MORTIFIED. I'm pretty sure I was 8 or 9.....and this WASN'T Halloween. I was simply playing dress-up. My dad used to buy me tons of "theater-esque" clothes from flea-markets and garage sales and I would routinely have my friends over to play dress up. But......
WHAT. THE. F**K. IS. THIS???
Who okay'd this? How did my mom even let me outside?
Anyways, happy Thursday. You're welcome.
- Sandy (@SandyStec on FB, IG and Twitter)