This picture appeared in a sewing magazine called Creative Needle in the late 80s or early 90s. You can actually see my spirit being crushed in my face. Look at the deep and abiding sadness in the eyes, the lack of genuine excitement or joy.

I have long forgiven my parents for dressing me in a smock and tartan knickers—like a miniature golf caddy from the 18th century—but I know the adverse effects still linger somewhere in my psyche. I worry most about the girl in the picture, who was a stranger to me and still is. She seems to be enjoying herself. Tragic.

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  1. Posted February 24, 2010 at 2:32 pm | Permalink

    You look like a little Swede. But this explains a lot.

  2. Posted February 24, 2010 at 2:40 pm | Permalink

    Seriously though. You still dress like that when we go fishing. Do you REALLY think it’s over?? I mean, REALLY?

  3. Posted February 24, 2010 at 4:20 pm | Permalink

    Ahahahahahaha! You look like you should be in the “Sound of Music.”

  4. Jocelyn
    Posted February 24, 2010 at 8:02 pm | Permalink

    Were you a child model, Austin? How did this happen?

  5. Posted March 1, 2010 at 2:30 pm | Permalink

    I’m sorry you had to do that.

  6. Bethany Massey
    Posted March 2, 2010 at 3:00 pm | Permalink

    Austin, I was in Creative Needle too!! Twice actually. There are lots of scarred kids out there.

  7. Laura
    Posted March 3, 2010 at 12:51 pm | Permalink

    remember when you dated that girl in high school?

    Posted March 5, 2010 at 12:16 pm | Permalink

    i know what somebody’s getting for Christmas!