My dad still talks about this sweathsirt, my Tweety Bird shirt. It was a Christmas gift from my Grandma June and I was totally enamored with it. I thought it was so special that it should be worn with a fancy skirt and matching tights. I'm sure I was wearing my yellow and purple Chuck Taylors to draw out the gold hues in the screenprint.
This is also photographic evidence of my buck-tooth phase. Thankfully, the era was short lived because I still had my baby teeth and I didn't actually have buck-teeth. My sweet babysitter had a granddaughter a few years older than me, Jessica. She was tall and blonde and in elementary school. Jessica also had buck-teeth, bless her heart. I wanted nothing more than be just like her, toothy grin and all. It's kind of funny that I wanted a Tweety shirt than a bugs bunny one, no?
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