Happy Throwback Thursday!
I did one of these posts for Halloween, where I shared all of my best and favourite Halloween costumes. I was requested to make ‘moar retroactive’ posts by none other than DoomzTO.
So what better time to do another retroactive look than Christmas!
I could show you all of my cute — and hysterical — pictures with Santa Claus, awkward Christmas concert photos (I was a shy, shy little child), or pictures of me in mass hysteria over receiving [insert mass-produced plastic toy here] on Christmas morning. Why pick one, I say?! I’ll just show you guys my top overall Christmas photos.
I wish I could show you some of those good ol’ home videos: that’s where the real money is! (You can see the Christmas morning where I received the Cabbage Patch Doll with Scuba accessories. I literally freak out and completely drown out my sister who received the face painting doll. Sorry, Emma. I’m mortified whenever I watch it.)
- 1989 – My First Christmas: ‘Nuff said. (Look at my mom’s frames. Super trendy.)
- 1990 – That super sexy sleepy face. I still got that. Winky face.
- 1991 – I’m just a ham for the camera. I know I got that sweet watch for Christmas. Swaggin’.
- 1993 – Not too sure about Santa. Pretty standard terrified-slash-awkward photo with Santa. This one makes an appearance annually.
- 1994 – Second-most standard Christmas photo in the Mangialardi household. And look at those onesies. So ahead of our time, a.k.a. EVERYTHING FROM THE ’90S IS COMING BACK, I PROMISE YOU.
- 1995 – Top 3 Christmas: The year my parents got us this Barbie house. Ensue absolute hysteria and ecstasy.
- 1997 – Top 3 Christmas: That Cabbage Patch Kid doll I mentioned before. My panic attack had subsided by this time. Victoria — small rugrat on the ground — was experiencing her own laugh attack.
- 2005 – The Gangster Christmas: This picture was candid-ish and hilarious. You may have noticed the massive nine-year gap between photos. I couldn’t find any from 2002-2003. I also went through my awful puberty/tweezer-less years between 1999 and 2004. Ugh.
- 2008 – The Year I Got Rejected And Dyed My Hair Purple. Whenever a relationship ends, I always do something drastic to my hair. It’s like, the rules of feminism. (Unfortunate event: It stayed like this until my cousin’s wedding. I was a bridesmaid with pink-ish hair. Oops.)
- 2009 – The Year With Cutie Candles. Every year on Christmas Eve, my Italian/Catholic side of the family does a procession holding candles and singing Italian Christmas songs, where the procession ends in the youngest grandchild places baby Jesus in the manger in the nativity scene and we say a prayer. Back in the mid-1990s — parenting was still new for everyone, lol — all of the grandchildren held real candles for the procession and …surprise! My cousin’s hair caught on fire. This is all on video. Classic.
So now you have seen me grow and age. Let’s hope this Christmas brings some gems of photographs.