It has been raining for a few days now. It's getting tiresome. And depressing. I went searching for a photo that I know would have expressed the mood perfectly.
I may have even shuffled past it, I was having so much fun tripping down memory lane. The photo I was looking for is this: a little girl looking out the rain streaked window. The trees in the yard are blurred by the rivulets of rain running down the window. The little girl is back-lit by the dim natural light. It is an awesome pic. It says "Rain, rain, go away so I can go outside and play" or whatever the hell we used to say when we were kids.
I did not see that photo but I came across so many jewels I did not know whether to sit, spin or make a necklace. I scanned some and will present one now, circa 1987. We might call it Minature Housewife.
Little H is "reading" In the Land of Dreamy Dreams by Ellen Gilchrist. Good stuff. The poor thing is trussed up in pink foam rollers, an attempt to girlify a tiny person who gave not one whit about her appearance.
There is a cup of coffe by her side. It is not hers, of course, but I wanted the illusion to be there. I did resist shooting her with a lit cigarette tucked between her tiny fingers. It would have made a MUCH better picture, though.
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Well if that just isn't the most adorable photo ever taken, I don't know what is. Can you give it a URL so that I can use it as my profile picture?
Oh my GHOD how I hated being tortured with rollers when I was little! My mom used the hard, pink kind, not the foam ones, and would make me sleep in them.
I, too, was tortured with those hard rollers. And permanents. I chose to pass the hair torture to my daughter, but spared her the hard rollers.
We had a friend in the state legislature and little H wanted him to draft a bill making it illegal for mothers to perm their daughters hair.
I think I should hold a grudge against Jim for not drafting such a bill. You used to tie me down to the kitchen counter to perm my hair against my will.
I never once tied you down. But if you ever wonder where some of your scars came from.....
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