I found this old sheet of Pixie Photos the other day. What a lot of trouble the poor guy must have had getting me to smile. I vaguely remember the day. For months Mum had been in and out of hospital with ovarian cyst ops and I'd been moved from Baboushka to Nanna and Poppa's and back again, getting the distinct impression I was a bit of a trouble. Very clingy and tearful when Mum did get home again, and all the photos at that time show me very close to her, hanging onto her coat, and looking very serious. Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived!*
Cute but serious! In the top right pics you appear to be cuddling a premature baby. Was this your little brother and was his head really made of plastic?
ReplyDeleteMaybe it WAS a brother! I always wanted one! However seems rather - er- deceased, 'tho'. Yuk. Let's not go there...
ReplyDeleteSeriously, 'though (ha) in the first photos I seem to be in conversation asking what's required of me, and I guess the gaps mean that in those i was smiling, but I look distinctly like I'm going to dissolve into tears in the last one... perhaps that's why they called it a day.
Thanks for the nice comments on my site Katherine.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked the photos, I've more to upload when I get round to it, been trying to get other parts of the site sorted as well.