Blessed Are We Who Can Laugh at Ourselves.....

......for we shall never cease to be amused.

I have received many smarmy messages from my friends who took such pleasure in seeing my 13 year old self with that gray hair and bangs feathered to oblivion.  I thought  it might be fun for you/them to see the whole picture.

First of all, let me lay it down for you.  I don't care what you think of it; I adored that dress. I was Bohemian even though we didn't know what Bohemian was on the south side of Oklahoma City. I usually wore it with boots. Yes, it looks like drapery and yes, the vest could have been a matching bedspread but that dress made me feel pretty on the inside in spite of the mess that obviously prevailed on the exterior.

Also important to note is how I didn't have any eyebrows. I used to pluck them, much to the chagrin of my mother. It was many years later before I discovered I had been born with a near perfect brow line. People pay good money to have their eyebrows shaped like mine. What was I thinking?

Finally, it was my idea to have the photo taken with my two dogs. Prissy, the portly poodle and Ted Lee, our chihuahua, which was named (by my brother) in honor of Ted Nugent. Prissy was calm and accepting because, well,  she couldn't have jumped off if her life depended on it.  Ted was thinking, ay caramba what the hell did I do wrong that I'm on top of a mock Grecian column wearing this ridiculous red sweater?

And so there it is. A moment captured in time. A girl who could seriously never get her hair right and a dress that I would wear today if I only I could be lucky enough to find it.