About Nell

A blast from the past

I thought I’d entertain you with a very old picture of myself today. It’s about 30 years ago, 1988 or 1989 and I was 16 or 17. Denim on denim. Huge glasses. Perm. I mean, have you seen anything prettier?? 😂😂


The photo is taken outside my high school. I took lots of languages (Swedish and English of course, but also French, German, and Latin). I read The Queen of the Damned (I was an Anne Rice fan girl!), watched L.A. Law on television (loved law-and-order shows!) and Besökarna (Swedish horror movie, English title The Visitors) at the movies. I listened to Behind the Wheel by Depeche Mode and Sign Your Name by Terence Trent D’Arby.

I was still quite shy here, until a year or two later when I made a new friend who got me into acting, and that changed my entire life.

Also a year or two later, I met my future husband, the love of my life, the cutest boy I’d ever seen. And even though I don’t act any longer, or watch much TV or film, and stopped reading Anne Rice a long time ago, that boy is still in my life. And I plan to keep him forever.

Tell me something about your 16-17 year-old self in the comments! 🙂

10 thoughts on “A blast from the past”

  1. 16 year old me wanted nothing more than to get away. I would’ve sold my soul to the devil if he promised to take me somewhere else than where I was, so I moved. I’d never dare to do it today, but we’re brave when you’re young. I packed my things and moved 1070 kilometres up north in Sweden to the beautiful Jämtland. There I stayed for four years and finished school before moving back down south to go to university. I’m sorry for all the grey hairs I caused my mother by moving out at the age of sixteen LOL

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    1. That was very brave of you, indeed. Was it helpful? If it was, I’m sure your mother forgave you for the gray hairs you caused her. You’re a mother yourself, you know that we only want our kids to be happy, right? 🙂

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      1. I didn’t regret it for a second…or the night before moving was rough, but once that was over, no regrets. By now Mum probably has forgiven me LOL, but it was hard on her, especially when I called home when I was sick or sad over something, and she was a 10+ hour drive away. You’re right, though, as long as the kids are happy I can endure anything 😀

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  2. You were (and still are) adorable!!! And may I also compliment the lovely brick (cobblestone?) road?

    At 16/17, besides being incredibly shy, I was a math/science geek. My favorite book/series at the time was Isaac Asimov’s Foundation series (just the trilogy at that time, I think), and my favorite music was Barry Manilow, the BeeGees, and ABBA.

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    1. Yay, Abba ftw!! You’re basically an honorary Swede for that!! I love the idea of you as a science geek. But yeah, considering the seaweed spreadsheet, I can’t say I’m surprised 😀

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  3. You are a year or two younger than me, and I have similar pictures. The perms! The hairspray! I refuse to let stylists use hairspray on me now–too many flashbacks to having crunchy hair.

    I read fast, so I would read whatever I could get my hands on, but fantasy preferably. (It would be a few years yet, but Mercedes Lackey’s Last Herald series was my intro to m/m relationships.) Musically, I was a fan of INXS, but I liked a lot of different songs. Anyone else remember Life in a Northern Town by Dream Academy? Holding Back the Years by Simply Red?

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    1. YAAAAAS, I LOVED those two songs. Especially Simply Red. His voice is so amazing. 😍😍 And I’d forgotten about Life in a Northern Town until you reminded me just now. Thank you for that, I need to see if it’s on Spotify. If it is, I’m going to have a nostalgia moment! 🙂


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