Likes: Cats. Koalas. Knee-high socks. Long skirts. Hummus. Silver necklaces. Books. Hair metal. Techno. TV shows on DVD. Alt rock from the 90's. Converse All-Stars. Teletubbies. Pekkle. Sewing. World of Warcraft.

Dislikes: Getting up early. Liver. The phrase "Got milk?" Team sports. Bad drivers. People who aren't nice.

 

I don’t remember which magazine I ripped this from or what the article it appeared in might have been about. I did, however, have a lot of those cassette boxes around my house when I was growing up.

I don’t remember which magazine I ripped this from or what the article it appeared in might have been about. I did, however, have a lot of those cassette boxes around my house when I was growing up.

Elastic Mask and Plastic Costume

yeahflashback:

YES! Every fall, I see $40 kids’ costumes with fur and everything, and I think, “We used to have a plastic mask with an elastic string, and we would wear a plastic bag over ourselves that had a picture of the thing we were supposed to be.” At the end of the night, you would just throw your costume away. This weekend I saw a Strawberry Shortcake costume and remembered that I had one in second grade - but instead of a dress and wig and whatnot, it was a plastic bag with her dress printed on it and a plastic mask with her hair painted on.

Recording Off The Radio

yeahflashback:

YES. This was my life from, oh, about fourth grade through the third year of college.

Front and back of my Moscow Music and Peace Festival VHS tape (volume one of a two-volume set). I had the cassette and the t-shirt as well. I wore the t-shirt about twice a week throughout seventh grade.

When I was six years old, the Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus did a tour that supposedly featured a live unicorn. I saw many commercials on TV and got very excited about the possibility of seeing it. As a young girl in the 1980’s, I was crazy about unicorns. We got fliers at school that advertised reduced price children’s tickets, and I brought mine home to my parents. They agreed to take me (those are my parents’ tickets you see here) but were concerned about getting my hopes up. My dad told me repeatedly that unicorns had not gotten on the ark with Noah and had therefore gone extinct. He even had a song that told this story, and he played that for me several times in the days leading up to the circus. He warned me that the main attraction was just going to be a horse with an artificial horn attached to its head. I held out hope for a unicorn anyway.
The big day came. We ate dinner at my grandparents’ house, which was on the way to the show (quite a distance from my house). They gave me money to get popcorn at the circus. My parents and I were pretty excited, even though they were concerned about the whole unicorn business. Our seats were in bleachers that were open at the bottom, and I was worried I would fall through. This distracted me until the show began.
Of course, the unicorn was the final feature of the show. The acrobats and elephants were cool and all, but I couldn’t wait for the unicorn! Finally, it was time. The unicorn was led to the stage.
It wasn’t a horse with a fake horn attached. It was a goat with its horns fused together. I was extremely disappointed. At the time, I thought the horns were just bound together as the goat grew, but I just did an online search and learned that the horns were surgically moved to the center of the goat’s head (and swapped right to left so they would grow together in the necessary direction). My search also turned up lots of other people who were disappointed when they saw the unicorn, and the fact that the animal is stuffed and on display in a museum in D.C.

When I was six years old, the Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus did a tour that supposedly featured a live unicorn. I saw many commercials on TV and got very excited about the possibility of seeing it. As a young girl in the 1980’s, I was crazy about unicorns. We got fliers at school that advertised reduced price children’s tickets, and I brought mine home to my parents. They agreed to take me (those are my parents’ tickets you see here) but were concerned about getting my hopes up. My dad told me repeatedly that unicorns had not gotten on the ark with Noah and had therefore gone extinct. He even had a song that told this story, and he played that for me several times in the days leading up to the circus. He warned me that the main attraction was just going to be a horse with an artificial horn attached to its head. I held out hope for a unicorn anyway.

The big day came. We ate dinner at my grandparents’ house, which was on the way to the show (quite a distance from my house). They gave me money to get popcorn at the circus. My parents and I were pretty excited, even though they were concerned about the whole unicorn business. Our seats were in bleachers that were open at the bottom, and I was worried I would fall through. This distracted me until the show began.

Of course, the unicorn was the final feature of the show. The acrobats and elephants were cool and all, but I couldn’t wait for the unicorn! Finally, it was time. The unicorn was led to the stage.

It wasn’t a horse with a fake horn attached. It was a goat with its horns fused together. I was extremely disappointed. At the time, I thought the horns were just bound together as the goat grew, but I just did an online search and learned that the horns were surgically moved to the center of the goat’s head (and swapped right to left so they would grow together in the necessary direction). My search also turned up lots of other people who were disappointed when they saw the unicorn, and the fact that the animal is stuffed and on display in a museum in D.C.