But when I was looking for it I came across 2 of my favourite shots of myself. One shows my very good taste in furniture (that chair is still at my table -- the folks gave me the dining set when they went condo). The dress is red corduroy with a white Peter Pan collar. The cardboard angel on the table is, in fact, an Advent calendar with little doors that open up in the printed border.
It says Dec 62 on the photo, so I would have been just a few months shy of my third birthday. There is, of course, an identical shot of my sister, but I think her dress was green corduroy. Mother says they were both red, but I remember green. I never wore anything green as a child-- my sister is a redhead, so she always got the green of anything and I got the red, the blue, the yellow.
The second photo is my Sunday-go-to-meetin' outfit. New straw hat. New straw purse. New white gloves. New white kneesocks. What looks like a new coat, but is probably a hand-me-down.
The purse no doubt contains my mass book and a piece of kleenex, carefully folded. The shoes are oxblood every-day school ones, so obviously it's before Easter (when I would have been wearing my white double-buckle Buster Browns, daubed with shoe-renu to cover the scuffs). I think this must have been the first day I was wearing all this finery because I've obviously run over to Jacky Morrow's house after mass to show off to him, and some kind soul snapped this photo. America's Next Top Model can rest easy.
