Christmas Hike in Sedona, or, My Sister is Insanely Stylish
daddy-o
today’s my dad’s 56th birthday. he gets the 6, then in october my mom is 56, and then in december i’m 26. then we rock 6s until next june when apple releases the 7 and we all start upgrading
me & my dad at busch gardens in virginia. we didn’t realize how wet the ride was.
the pink puffball is kelly, i’m the scowly one with the bows
i was probably a newborn in this picture. i was such a fat baby
my dad likes fun. it’s weird how parents age. it’s not cool. my dad’s hair is almost all gray now, and much thinner. he could still outrun me, he insists. still smarter still wiser.. still got love for the streets
illustrated childhood
(chubby lady legs, britt in the bath 1988)
(me, kelly, mom 1988)
(me holding kelly 1988)
(me and kelly in the bath 1994)
(making potions in florida 1995)
(kelly and mom in the kitchen 1989)
(mom immediately after kelly’s birth 1988)
(mom and dad and kelly 1988)
(mom pregnant with kelly 1988)
(kelly and britt dress up 1993)
(britt styles kelly 1999)
(kelly and britt on christmas 1994)
(christmas 1995)
(mom pregnant with britt 1984)
(mom and dad look for kelly 1989)
charleston, sc
family vacation circa 2007
sometimes i imagine where else i could live. i’m not sure i could happily live anywhere else. portland has spoiled me to a certain way, but the drippy live oaks of a sleepy south makes me feel something totally different. until a snake slithers up and i have to kill it with the pistol i keep tucked into my pettycoat. and then i faint. so yeah, i guess i’m staying in oregon.
