In the second installment of “March Down Memory Lane” (wherein I found a whole bunch of photos on my external hard drive and decided it would be a good lesson in humility to post them here), I realized that, while I smile avec dimples in most pics, I can turn on the go-to-work look when necessary.
This, folks, is my serious face. So called because after seeing this, none of y’all will be able to take me seriously again.
Halloween is the best time for Serious Face, I've learned. Here we have an incarnation of Rosie the Riveter, and me at age 18. We can do it! ...Er, rather, we did it. I did it. Whatever. Moving on...
I direct you to Halloween Serious Face Example Number Two. I am wearing Matrix glasses and a plether coat...but underneath I'm a Cabaret Kit Kat girl. It was a very confusing Halloween. Not for me, just for everyone else: "So...what ARE you?"
I don't think I need to tell you that this is not only my most recent Serious Face, but it is also my best. With age comes wisdom, and with wisdom comes excellent gangsta Serious Face.
