Damn, I forgot that I'd set myself a Tuesday date with myself every week to do this. Still, I remembered the next day, which is better than never.
This week I'm remembering to breathe by thinking how far I've come since 1980... it's been a long journey, and I'm 99% sure I look a damn sight better now than I did at 12. I don't think I've worn white jeans since, but I did love that cheesecloth handkerchief top.
This is a few months before I cut my hair to look like Princess Di.
Yep, it's been a looonnnngg journey. Breathe...