The hair has always been wild.

I was rummaging through old pics tonight and just had to set a few aside to scrap with. Someday, right?
We totally had a scooter. Until somebody we knew crashed it. This is with my Uncle Steve and little brother.

Backseat of my favorite childhood stationwagon.

I think I had my baby tied around my waist while I was swinging.

I got my brother in the bathtub for Mom.

I didn't have hair until I was two years old. Little did I know, I'd never need curlers.

I've always had a thing for Pirates.

This was my junior year of high school. My hair has never been this long or tame since.

I think my next project is going to be a mini book full of polaroids. I can't let all of these fabulous pics sit in a grocery bag in the upstairs hall closet.