Check out those shoes. I was a fashionista even in 1953. lol
Someone in my family posts lots of old pictures on Facebook and I'm always muttering under my breath to not post any of me from about age 9 til..oh, NOW. I dislike having my picture taken. I am not a really good looking woman and maybe I never was, but there are some times I was even ridiculous looking. I am not photogenic. I run from cameras. lol This picture though, I can live with. I thought that maybe to set it all to rest, I should just pick out the maybe 5 pictures in my whole life that I can live with and splash across a page somewhere. The problem with that, naturally, is that I am just old enough that most of those pictures are not digital, but yellowed pieces of developed film. I could still take pictures of the pictures (and I have done that a few times) but it seems like an awful lot of work. So here is little Annie at the happy and tender age of 10 months. Before any other siblings came along. I was an only child, and it was GOOD. My parents were thrilled to be parents, since my mother had been told she would never have children. (They were wrong). I was loved and exhibited and praised and told that I could do or be anything I wanted to be. Life was good. And then a second child came 2 years later. And then another and another and another. And then one more. And my idyllic world came to an end. Oh well. Isn't that the way of it ? lol
Fast forward 20 years. About 1974. Me, as usual, in the kitchen. This was a big old OLD farmhouse--one of the best places I have ever lived in so many ways. Living on a wing and a prayer...like you can do when you're young.
Again...later in 1974
About 1978 I think...look how fast my hair grows (grew) lol
Another 20 year jump through time and space and I am 40. Sober. In love with this Irish guy I met. Part of all that bulk is a big sweatshirt. But some of it is me. Post menopause, sober and eating, and content. The perfect recipe for 35 pounds. lol
2014. With my beloved sis, who was diagnosed with an aggressive brain cancer right before this picture. Not the best picture of me (again) but a lot of love right there.
Around the same time. Me with the infamous broken wrist. lol And my pal Micki
And last (but certainly not least) my knee last September. Let's hear it for spare parts... Edited to add (how could I have forgotten this ??)-- The knee surgery is set to happen a week from tomorrow. The 17th. That's assuming I can pass the pre-op physical. (Pretty sure about that). WOO HOO !!!!!!
Lordy. What an exercise in ego drive !! Or something. It's interesting looking back at life...and knowing that I am destined to be an old woman with no regrets. And it really makes me think of all the pictures I have lost...although some are still on hard drives of a couple of old computer towers I have sitting in the closet. Someday...someday ...