Age progression and uniform appreciation.
Ah, professional photographs of child-me. I just like the frames mostly. Let me take you through them.
First of all there is this beautiful baby picture. I look rich and prestigious. It was a look that didn’t stick for long before it was replaced by terrible haircuts and garishly patterned leggings (viva la 1990s).
This is my pre-school class, consisting of just three kids. I wish all my classes had just had three kids.
Not actually the worst haircut I ever had.
There is something about photocopiers I really enjoy. Also this school had/has the coolest logo ever.
My reception class. I’m the one on the bottom left in the summer dress. I hated summer dresses while I had to wear them, but now I quite like them.
I wear an owl now. Owls are cool.
Much better hair.
Grey class, year 2. I’m bottom row again.
Hollymount had a pretty cool logo too, actually. I would wear that jumper now quite happily.
This is where I discovered that I loved ties and blazers. I think I was the only person in my year to even wear a blazer. Which obviously meant I was the MOST STYLISH.
Year 4. Why is “Millennium Memories” so funny to me?
And after that we stopped getting school photos. Although I could post my high school yearbook photo here but no, just no.