Another Glimpse of the Witchling

27 Jul

Here’s a photo of me at age 17 taken in September 1976 (quick! figure out just how old I am now—and don’t say I never gave you any free tips!).  My grandmother gave it to me on my visit to see her this year.

At this point in my life, I had already been living on my own for about a year in Cedar City, Utah.  Around my neck I am wearing a set of American bald eagle claws that my step-father, Elmer, created from a road kill he chanced upon up in the mountains, but they are filled with powerful magic even so.

Kat Age 17

Compare this photo with the drawing in this post.  Here you can see what I meant about my hair dating me.  Here’s another peek; it’s my high school ID card (I can’t believe I still have it!  Same shirt as above (my wardrobe was extremely limited to say the least, but here I’m wearing my only other piece of jewelry  — a leather bootlace tied in a hangman’s knot — I used to chew on the ends when I was hungry and didn’t have anything to eat — awh, poor little witchling!!):

ID High School

By the time I finished my first year of college and left for the East coast, my hair was near fully blonde from being bleached by the desert sun, and between increased length and sun/brush damage, also nearly straight (although the remaining amount of curl gave me “Farrah Fawcett hair” before Farrah’s hair hit the air.  I’m absolutely staggered that I have this ID, too.

ID College

I have to confess, once I left Utah, I never wore plaid again.  And once I hit the East coast and humidity, my natural curl revived, but I left my natural color far behind!  Here’s the witchling fully fledged by 2005.

Kat2005-1AAin’t time a marvelous thing?

6 Responses to “Another Glimpse of the Witchling”

  1. Nicole July 27, 2009 at 12:43 AM #

    WOW sooooo pretty :DDDD



    • Faerie♥Kat July 27, 2009 at 10:53 AM #

      I was always told I was “cute,” but never “pretty.” I can live with “cute,” but thanks for the “pretty!”

      Luv & hugz,


      —– Original Message —–

  2. Teena in Toronto July 27, 2009 at 8:50 AM #

    Isn’t it fun looking back at old photos?! Ha!

    Happy blogoversary!

    • Faerie♥Kat July 27, 2009 at 10:51 AM #

      Hi Teena

      It sure is!

      A few years ago I was lamenting to my circle of female friends that I was never going to be any better looking than I was at that moment — meaning that I was resigned to my looks fading as I became older. It was at that point that I realized I had never cared greatly about what I looked like until I became older, and looking back at these pictures made me remember that I’d fix my hair and face in the morning and never look at myself again until the next morning. I simply wasn’t a “primper,” and it wasn’t until my natural cuteness started to fade away that I began to realize what a gift it had been.

      Looking backwards is a two-edged sword.

      Thanks for stopping by and thanks for pointing out that today is my blogoverssary — 2 years (yikes!).

      Faerie blessings,


      —– Original Message —–

  3. Marvin July 29, 2009 at 11:06 AM #

    Such curly hair! How cute!

    • Faerie♥Kat July 29, 2009 at 2:31 PM #

      Everyone who doesn’t have curly hair thinks that; living with it is another matter altogether, but thanks just the same. Curiously, “cute” is how everyone has always described me. Never “pretty,” “lovely,” or “beautiful,” just “cute.” Everybody. Is it stamped on my forehead and I’m the only one who can’t see? My internal vision of myself never matched what I see in the mirror, which is probably why I never spent much time looking at myself in mirrors and dislike looking at pictures (especially current pictures) of myself. I myself don’t have an adjective to describe myself. Never having really thought about this before, I wonder if this is odd? Hmm… —– Original Message —–

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