The best imitation of myself

Thankfully, my mom was not thrilled with my dirty hippie phase of high school and took as few photos of me as she could (although pics of skinny Jaime would not hurt my feelings). That said, here is a small glimpse which can lead you down a path to imagine me in high school...

The one thing I wanted for Christmas was a jewelry box. My old one was a hand-me-down from my mother and it was huge. It didn't fit in the bedroom so I had all my jewelery stuffed in her stand up, which was stuffed in the closet, so I never wore anything because it was too hard to get. I also never had to get rid of anything because it was big enough to hold everything. But downsizing thanks to Jack's gift, I had to get rid of some items I have been holding onto since high school. (which, btw, how great is this jewelry box? nice pick Jack!!)

I guess I kept them because I thought if I ever had a girl, she would want to see them to know about the girl I used to be. Maybe even wear them for a little kitsch factor. Now that I can list about 12 things wrong about the above 2 sentences, some Goth at Goodwill is going to be stoked! Rings. Always have, always will be a ring girl. But, I mean, a leather snap bracelet, a dragon sucking an amber ring, "twilight-esque" pieces before vampires were even popular? The only thing missing is the skeleton necklace made from wire and crystals. No, I mean not missing from my life, missing from the photo. I found it after I'd already taken the picture.

But now I have this...