Twenty-five years ago —
I came home from Sweden with blue hair, much to my parents’ shock and my sister’s delight.
At least I think she was delighted. Kind of hard to tell in this photo. Certainly I was glad to be back home. It was a great experience, my year abroad, but it was also hard, the hardest year of my (admittedly easy) life, in fact — until 2005 rolled around.
The blue was already beginning to wash out by this time, revealing the bleached blond underneath.
I’m wearing a gray flannel three piece suit I picked up at a secondhand shop in Stockholm. In this getup I felt like a rock star, and I pretended to be one on the flight home. I’m not sure anyone was fooled except maybe myself.