Bad Decision Tuesday: Shower Caps, Baseball T-Shirts, Pint-Sized Doppelgangers

No, you're right, you're right, you haven't gone crazy: it is Wednesday, not Tuesday, but I realized I hadn't done a Bad Decision Tuesday in a while---what with, you know, going on vacation and getting engaged and all---and yet Bad Decision Wednesday just didn't have quite the same ring to it. Plus, it's totally still Tuesday where I'm writing this, propped up on my comfy bed in San Francisco with a large, soft cat resting on my ankles, while I stealthily sneak peanut M&Ms from a fun-sized packet I took today from the office candy bowl and totally forgot I had in my jacket pocket (it's like winning the lottery!)

I have a doozy for you today, Internet, oh yes I do. Take yourself back to a simpler time, a gentler time, a time circa 1994 when I was fourteen years old and fond of the old homemade beauty treatments. I had read somewhere, I think, that one could fashion a sort of facial mask using just oatmeal, honey, and sheer boredom, and so one dull Saturday afternoon---after I had got done listening to Soul Asylum, no doubt, or maybe the Crash Test Dummies---this is exactly what I decided to do. Behold the magnificence! I could stare at this picture for thirty hours and still find it deeply hilarious!

And yes, I would like to address some things:

A) First, that t-shirt: it was stolen from my 11-year-old brother's closet and it says "Life is Short. Play Hard." I believe it was part of the tremendously stylish No Fear oeuvre, and I also believe that I was obsessed with it. At that point in my life, I was inexplicably enamored with baseball, you see, and this shirt was pretty much the most badass thing I'd ever seen. This is no excuse for stealing clothes from an 11-year-old boy, of course, but whatever. Life is short, you know? You have to play hard.

B) That small orange shadow behind me is my sister, Susie, aged around five. Do you not find it the most amusing thing, the way she's standing there like that? And also maybe the creepiest?

C) Indeed, we are wearing shower caps. Don't they rock the house? Poor Susie seems to have got the short end of the stick and is wearing what looks to be a freebie from a hotel bathroom. Yours truly, however, has commandeered the fancy one, THE ONE MADE OF FABRIC, BABY, and is working it like nobody's business.

In short, I think we can all agree---thanks to this pretty incontrovertible evidence I've just put before you---on why none of the boys I liked when I was fourteen liked me back. Which is a real shame, actually, because I would have had some awesome No Fear t-shirts they could have borrowed. Or, you know, stolen for them from my brother's closet.

Nov 11, 2008

Nothing wrong with protecting the hair with a shower cap! When I do my face treatments (though I use burts bees...not as inventive as you) I wear a cap and when I've got my hair mayonnaise deep treatment on I have to wrap my head in a dryer heated towel and let it sit for 10 minutes. Then my hair comes out feeling super amazing. My bad decision Tuesday was going to the gym at night. I kept jumping every second like a pop rocket or something. Daylight savings makes 6, 7 and 7, 8. Must go to the gym in the morning from now on.

Nov 11, 2008

Oh, there's nothing wrong with protecting your hair with a shower cap, for sure. What IS wrong is letting someone get photographic evidence of you doing it. Especially when you also have oatmeal smeared across your face.

Nov 12, 2008

hahaha. love the facials. and that you have pictures of them. I too, have been know to have fallen victim to the 'what's in the kitchen?' facial.. (read: avacado and cucumber for the eyes. honestly, it just made me break out! I mean c'mon! all those oils?? jeepers. stupid teen-beat magazine!)

anyway, what I really wanted to post for was to thank you for your superb playlists. I could play these songs over and over. (and usually do whilst blog surfing).


Nov 12, 2008

Susie's presence takes the cake! I picture Susie stumbling across you smearing homemade goo on your face and using all her five year old powers of persuasion to get in on the fun facial action. Thank your family for having the good sense (er, good sense of humor?) to record this for posterity!

Nov 12, 2008

I love the yellow and blue shirt hanging behind you. Oh, 1994.

Nov 12, 2008

Forget about the shower cap. I can't get over the Stone Temple Pilots reference, and am forcibly restraining myself from downloading an entire album from iTunes and pretending I'm 13 again.

Camels & Chocolate
Nov 12, 2008

You're right, that IS a bad decision!

And Susie totally looks like one of those creepy kids from a horror flick like Children of the Corn (sorry Susie!).

Nov 12, 2008

You know what's really creepy, is that Susie looks like a grown up in miniature. Also, I didn't know you had a cat.

Operation Pink Herring
Nov 12, 2008

I used to smear Noxema all over my face and then leave it on for hours, pretending it was a fancy facial mask. If only I had known that I could make my own mask out of oatmeal and honey, I wouldn't have had to suffer through some mighty uncomfortable face-tingling (that ususally started after the 30 min mark).

Susie looks so adorable that it makes me wish I had a little sister. I'm still mad at my mom about that!

Nov 12, 2008

It is a bit creepy, the way your sister is standing there like a mini-me version of you. But also, very hilarious.

Nov 12, 2008

I'm glad other people (including you) agree that your sister looks terrifying, and like something out of a horror movie. It reminds me of the little girl from 'The Ring'.

Nov 12, 2008

Holly, this post had me laughing out loud.
It also brought back long suppressed memories of swiping hyper-color tshirts from my younger MALE cousin.

Also, do you remember the Co-Ed Naked t-shirts that were popular at the same time of the No Fear tee rage? Man, I was obsessed with getting one but my parents refused.

Now, at the wise old age of 29, I can see why they didn't want their 13 year old daughter wearing a shirt that said "Rough, Tough, and in the Buff" but of course, at age 13 I thought my not owning one of those shirts made me the lamest kid on the block.

Nov 12, 2008

There was no way any parent was NOT going to document that little moment. What makes it therapy-worthy is that the evidence was kept.

On the other hand, at least your sister is there to share the burden of embarassment. Oh how many shots like this I have found in family albums. I empathize completely.

Three Cent Stamp
Nov 12, 2008

THANK GOD I was the only one in the family with a camera at the time in my life when I was a teenager doing those same homemade beauty treatments!

Nov 12, 2008

I STILL listen to Crash Test Dummies. Talk about bad decisions.

Anne & May
Nov 12, 2008

I definitely went through the homemade facial phase too. Seventeen magazine was shilling that pretty hard back then.

I liked to slather them on and then...MAKE COLLAGES! On my notebooks! What could be better?!

Nov 12, 2008

I find it remarkable that the you of fourteen would allow a photo to be taken. Also remarkable: that you were fourteen in 1994!

Man, I'm old.

Nov 12, 2008

It is a good thing I no longer have pictures of me at 14 because I would feel the urge to post them on my blog and embarass the hell out of myself. This pic? Not so bad. It's kinda cute actually.

Nov 12, 2008

Oh trust me, THIS IS NOTHING. You just wait.

Nov 12, 2008

At that time in history I was 16 and was obsessed with the "I'm a cool surfer" look, even though I wasn't a surfer. I pretended I was, though. Yes, I had the summer tan going on with the highlighted hair, the old worn out vintage jeans with flip flops, and big surfer sweatshirts. I was also listening to stuff like Pearl Jam, Led Zeppelin, and Nirvana.

I have a horrid shower cap photo that is much, much worse than this. It is me wearing the shower cap when I'm about 8 or 9 years old and I'm in the bathtub (naked, of course) with my 3 younger siblings who are also naked. I was extremely embarrassed by this when my mom came in to take a photo that I took a washcloth and held it over my chest while I hunched over. Like there was anything to hide on an 8 year old body. Whatever.

Nov 12, 2008

I definitely wore No Fear shirts for the whole of middle school. My favorite said "Second place is the first loser" on the back. I rocked it with some tapered jeans.

Nov 12, 2008

Here's to photographic evidence! That is hilarious. Thanks for sharing.

Nov 12, 2008

Rachel, I totally had that t-shirt too. AND THE POSTER. IN A FRAME.

Nov 12, 2008

in home ec class, we had the option of creating either a pillow or jams. i, of course, went with the jams, because this boy i LOVED wore zebra print jams. they came out horribly and i was forced to just wear my z cavaricci's to try and steal his heart.

Nov 12, 2008

Bad Decision Tuesdays tickle me to no end.

Nov 12, 2008

Susie is going to haunt my dreams tonight.

Nov 12, 2008

Oh you took me way back with the "No Fear" mention. I'm pretty sure I ALSO stole said t-shirts from my little brother. I mean what did the girls have? B.U.M or Enuf? Child's play.

Nov 13, 2008

You may be covered in homemade facial cream, but the pretty still shines through it.

Nov 13, 2008

Hmmm. I think I have a very similar photograph of a very similar situation. Yikes.

Nov 13, 2008

"the small orange shadow" made me laugh out loud! I most definitely recall homemade beauty regimens concocted by my Big Sister. And omg, the Body Shop products that came later, too!

Nov 13, 2008

Ah, the good ol' days of "Co-Ed Naked" shirts...I had completely forgotten about those! I was a band nerd in high school and bought one that said, "Co-Ed Naked Marching Band...Do It To The Rhythm". Can't imagine why my mom ordered me to promptly return it to the store. There was also the ever classy "Big Johnson" shirts. God bless the early 90's.

The Over-Thinker
Nov 13, 2008

Oh God, that photo made me laugh so hard. And I can't believe that's SUSIE!! She's totally cute. But unbelievably creepy. In an awesome way, 'course.

Nov 14, 2008

Here's what I have learned in the past few years about the [persons of opposite sex] that people liked when they were 14:

They liked you too.

Aaaagh! I have, in the past three years or so, learned that so many of the girls I liked were as fond of me as I was of them. Turns out, no one had the guts or know-how to actually admit it at the time.

I am sincere in my belief that if you surveyed all the boys you liked between the ages of 13-18, you would get some surprises.


Nov 16, 2008

In relation to nothing, I just had to comment and tell you thank you, thank you for the recommendation of "Summer Heights High" on HBO. My husband and I watched it this weekend and are completely hooked-- it was hilarious!! It is so hard to find something on TV that actually makes you laugh out loud... or in my case, snort some iced tea quite painfully out of my nose. Thanks again!

Nov 16, 2008

Oh, baby. I had forgotten about my proudest possession during the t-shirts and jeans phase I went through (8th-12th grade.) Co-ed Naked Sailing (Do It On An Even Keel!). This was only ousted by t-shirts featuring the various regattas my dad and I raced in. Did anyone in the dry dry state of Colorado give a hoot that I sailed? Frankly, they thought I was a LOOOSER. But that also may have had something to do with the marching band/orchestra/choir/drama things I was into. Nerd alert!

Nov 17, 2008

No Fear shirts were only cool if you wore them with your Cross Colours jeans. Sez I, girl from South Dakota. *does a little dance*