FC Flashback: "Baton Twirling"

For a girl from northwest Oklahoma, baton twirling was a very big deal in 1984. A very. big. deal. It represented sparkly outfits, amazing agility and pink Tinkerbell lipstick. I knew that I was destined to be a baton twirler.

With that said, I took one amazing and semi-terrifying lesson. All four-year old girls who had dreams of marching in the OU band and flinging batons in the air showed up one afternoon and for an hour we twirled our hearts out to the tunes of the Micky Mouse Club.

It was a girly utopia.

However, after a few wayward batons to the head from less-skilled twirlers, I realized that I was more of a self-taught baton twirler. It was safer that way. So I put on my favorite outfit and worked my magic.
Exhibit A:

What is not to love about this dress? It was big, blue, flouncy and had ruffles in all the right places. I also loved my red shoes. Red shoes must be in my DNA.

My cousin Becky (Hi Bec!) is nine months older than me and I thought she was the coolest person alive. Still do. Becky once told me that when she was born my parents took one look at her and thought they needed one just like her. And nine months later, I was born.

I love that story.

Now Claire on the other hand, is like some cute little woodsy creature. Like a fairy or wood nymph, whatever that is. And don't you think she looks just like the girl in My Girl?

Seriously. Maybe this is my long-lost sister. Or maybe Claire was adopted.

We will never know.