So I think after this I’ll probably only flash back on the occasional Friday; maybe one Friday a month or so. I mean, I can’t have every other post on this blog be a flashback, because that’s just gonna end up being waaayyy too embarrassing for this moi.
But, last week I said I’d be back this week, and I‘m nothing if not
predictable dependable, so here it is…
My 14th birthday party, 1992. There are a lot of braces in this photo. And I’m still in touch, sans Facebook, with several of these girls, and their teeth all look great now.
Gaaahhh… Ha ha. Man, I REALLY loved Express French Country Style back then. I don’t know what I was thinking. I had at least four of those “ribbed tunics,” in slightly different luminescent jewel tones. AND I LOVED THEM ALL EQUALLY.
But really, I picked this photo because Cindy Phillips Weflen – the babe with the black bouffant in front – was really on my mind this week. She’s getting pretty prego by now over in Boston, and I’m on my way to visit her and her super groovy Harvard PhD hubby next month. When I heard about the bombings at the Boston Marathon and the subsequent cinematic firefight in the streets of Cambridge, I immediately wondered if…
- The Weflen family was all safely out of the danger zone (along with my myriad other friends in Boston/Cambridge, like MC Eddo and Downtown Julie Brown)
- Baby Weflen had tried to bust outta her mama early, apprehend the bomber, and whoop some terrorist ass…
…because that’s just what a mini-Cindy would do. Probably dressed like a ninja.
Turns out, all are safe (yay!), and Baby W is still incubating according to plan. And I’m crazy excited to see the whole fam – Mom, Dad, and Unborn – in one month.
I may even pick up some sweet “vintage” 90s wear for the occasion.
I’ll return with more braces-and-bad-fashion-nostalgia in two to three Fridays.