1. My watch. So feminine, Sheila, so delicate!
2. My red cheeks
3. Mitchell’s matching sweater set
4. The guy watching in the background
5. I appear to have nails, which is surprising to me
6. I look like my mother. Only intoxicated.
7. Mitchell’s hair
8. I miss those earrings.
Okay, one conclusion:
We are madly in love with each other. Obviously.
Are those pants flannel? Because I have a memory of some awesome plaid flannel pants I owned c. 1985.
It was actually a mini skirt – made of cotton, skin-tight and adorable. I wore it until it basically fell apart.
OMG is that a Flashdance sweater???
our love was so intense..it pissed off professors..like they felt implicated by it somehow???!!! and what is/was my obsession with turtle necks???…and btw…we almost have the same hair!
Mitchell – hahahahahaha Yes, they were all angry at us. Like – they felt left out??
You are so right: we are twins, with identical hair!
De – hahahahaha I don’t think so – I actually remember that shirt, it was a billowy (yet strangely clingy as well, in all the right places) white top … I think it was my mother’s. It doesn’t really “go” with a plaid mini-skirt, but then neither does my big butch watch!
To paraphrase Douglas Adams,
that was back when humanity still thought digital watches were a pretty neat idea.
To paraphrase Douglas Adams,
that was back when humanity still thought digital watches were a pretty neat idea.