I remember stealing some pic n' mix when I was seven; when I got out of the shop, I burst into tears.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
At 13, I was wearing plain t-shirts. Then I used to steal my mom's clothing. She had all these crushed-velvet shirts with French-cut sleeves. And, like, seersucker bell-bottoms.
I used to go to the supermarket dressed as Peter Pan when I was about five years old.
I was at Home Depot with my dad looking for paint when I got the call to open for Taylor Swift. That was wild, because I was crying in Home Depot, and people were looking at me funny.
I feel very lucky that I was part of that whole scene in the '60s and '70s. I love looking at the photographs because everyone was young, and they were so gorgeous to look at.
My mother did like to make clothes, and in I think the worst picture I've ever seen of myself - I must have been eight or nine - she'd dressed me in a matching t-shirt and Bermuda shorts ensemble which I think looked like somebody had thrown up all over it. I was so glad when that sewing machine stopped working, I have to say.
I had a picture-perfect childhood.
In the early Seventies, I had shoulder-length hair, bell-bottom pants, love beads and shirts that laced up at the front. But then I smartened up.
I can remember every outfit I wore to every party going back to 1983.
Clothing was something I always wanted to do. I've been pulling tear sheets from magazines since I was a little girl.
I kept hiding my smile in pictures throughout middle school and most of high school until picture day came my senior year.