My sweet nephew, now an adult, dug up this photo of me. In my defense, it was during the 80s. My best years coincided with what was probably the worst time in history for fashion (next to the 70s) and I still harbor a grudge.
What was I thinking?
I don't know what's worse, the giant red glasses, or the fact that I thought that "fashionable" meant a nice silk scarf worn over a sweater featuring a rabbit and a raccoon. God only knows what was featured on the back. A giant squirrel?
The really, really sad part? My kitchen still looks exactly the same.
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto...