I’ve spent this past weekend going through old family photographs. In this one, dated nineteen never-mind, I’m wearing my Easter ensemble. (That’s five-year-old me, to the left of two of my sisters.) The hemline’s a bit too short and the midsection’s much too tight, probably because this picture was taken around Christmas.
Notice that the three of us are wearing identical dresses. You know what that means, don’t you? I’m doomed to at least another season of this same outfit in a larger size, passed down to me by my older sister. Maybe that’s why I’ve got a pained look on my face, the pinchingly snug waistband being a more benign possibility.
Today, however, I’m smiling at some retroactive scheudenfreude. My sisters are sporting sensible saddle oxfords, miniature braids and tiny barrettes…but hey, look at me! I’m all dolled up in patent-leather mary janes, with a giant gardenia in my hair! Apparently, even back then, I knew that accessories can make or break an outfit.
I hope you enjoyed a fun-filled holiday weekend, and that you remembered to take lots of pictures.