Last week Hannah posted her Care-Bear collection on the 'gram.
I mentioned that I had a Care-Bear found in my grandma's basement, and also WAS a Care-Bear one Halloween.
They demanded pictures.
Sadly. I wasn't able to track down any pics of me in the costume.
I was pretty sure I was the pink one, Love-a-lot.
But, maybe I was a brown one?
Anyhoodle, I did find this awesome pic of me and two of my elementary school friends, playing dress up.
Costumes have come so far from scratchy tablecloth plastic and bank robbery masks.
But I'm pretty sure, the first 6-7 years of my life were these types of costumes.
At least my collection was awesome.
I was She-Ra, in case you couldn't tell.
Also, please note my tagalong.
My mom ALWAYS made me play with her.
Except for the last half hour of playdates.
It was the best half hour.
I also mentioned I was Ernie one year.
I refused to wear the mask.
There was no Bert.
I was just Ernie.
Also my dad terrified me with the fake blood.
I don't think we actually went trick-or-treating,
my parents were too busy calming their traumatized 3 year old.
Speaking of Trauma.
October 17, 1989.
The world shook.
Where were you?
I was right here.
Under that mantel.
Taking a picture with that pumpkin.
We had just gotten home from the patch.
As soon as I ran to the doorway a vase crashed down where I had been sitting.
Not exactly sure how my parents managed to get me to pose like that.
It might have been the awesome sequins that helped me get through it.
Favorite costume of life.
And how cute was I here?
I wore this costume a LOT.
And then guess who else wore my costumes a lot?
I mean really, can't I have my own fashion identity.
Lastly, this isn't a costume, but nothing says baller like a legit 80's tracksuit.
I had it going on.