Feat. an unearthed treasure from my youth, courtesy of my mum
There are childhood memories, and then there are Tammy Girl memories – sparkly, pastel-drenched, and full of questionable fashion choices that felt like the height of cool.
So when my mum recently found an old strip of photo booth pics I took with a friend in the middle of Tammy Girl, I was instantly transported. One minute I’m drinking tea in 2025, the next I’m 12 years old again, wearing a butterfly hair clip, pretending I’m in a music video, and choosing the “sparkle” filter before striking a totally serious pose.
Let’s be real – that photo booth was the place to be. Tucked in the corner of the shop like a secret VIP area, it had this flimsy little curtain and a screen that made everyone look slightly blurry and vaguely angelic. You’d wait an eternity for the photos to print, only to realise half of them caught you mid-blink or laughing too hard because your best friend said something absolutely unhinged just before the flash went off.
And you know what? That was the magic of it.
Those tiny pictures ended up in school planners, stuck on bedroom mirrors, or hoarded like treasure in pencil cases. Every time you looked at them, they reminded you: you were there, you were loved, and you were fabulous (in your own awkward, glitter-drenched way).
💥 Daisy’s Corner
“I never had a Tammy Girl photo booth moment. Probably because if I’d gone in one, it would’ve spontaneously combusted from my chaotic energy.
Still, I support 12-year-old you. Slay. Serve. Scribble eyeliner hearts on your face like it’s war paint. Bonus points if you had a slogan t-shirt that said ‘Drama Queen’ or ‘Born to Shop’ – you were living your truth.”
– Daisy Carter x
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