Had a fun time tonight looking through old photo albums with Mum. So hilarious! Take these as proof that my hair colour is natural. You wouldn't believe the amount of people who actively dispute me when I say to their face that it is. Like I have the energy to keep up such a facade for years and years... “The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.”
Above was a family trip to Bali in 2000 I think? I had my hair braided and obviously this is the aftermath.
My Nanna and my sisters and I as flower girls at my Aunt and Uncle's wedding. I was 9 here.
A day at Primary school when we had to dress up like we were from the Gold Rush I think - we went to Sovereign Hill as an excursion - I think I went there 10 times over my schooling life, that place is such a time warp, it never changes.
My little sister and I at my Nanna's place.
This last one is my favourite. It's a face I'd pull now. I love that I'm holding up a drawing. Looking at old photos is very strange. I look at my hand in a photo and them look down at my own hand now and can't believe it's the same hand. It's a weird feeling. Will post a proper post tomorrow when I'm not super nostalgic and wanting to spend the rest of my Friday night looking up weird items on Ebay.