Thursday Memories



While recently going through some old film negatives, I found some shots of friends’ babies and had a few pics printed. Which I then passed on to said friends. They’d never seen the photos before.


The shot above shows two sweet sisters, the oldest not quite three. She’ll be off to college soon, which only goes to show how this wondrous ride can slip by in the blink of an eye.


Anyhoo – when I gave copies of the old photos to our friends, the big sister (of the two shown above) and I were talking about the path before her. At some point I told her the only things she has to do right now are live her life and be fabulous. I then turned to the little sister and said the same. That’s when the little sister smiled with utter and complete confidence, looked me in the eye and said, “I always live my life and I’m always fabulous.”


And y’all – she meant it.

Thursday Memories



This photo was taken in the early 1990s, in Boston. And clearly I had found myself a potato shaped like a heart. Other than that, I haven’t got a clue.


I’m glad to have old photos like this, but they do leave me stymied. I mean really. What the heck was going on there? Did I eat that potato? Or was it too precious to pare? I don’t know. All I can tell you is Mister and I found the moment photo-worthy. And that was in the days of film. Maybe we were drunk. Wouldn’t have been the only time…

Thursday Memories



This is one of those old photos that leads me to wonder, “Who was that smiling girl?” I guess I sort of recognize her. Maybe. But for the most part, she was another person. In another life.


That end-of-summer sunset occurred in Dallas, and Mister and I were on the verge of moving to Boston. A new season began, and so did a new life.


There have been multiple new seasons since the taking of this photo. I sort of feel like many lives have been lived, too. And you know what? I’m still ready for more…

Thursday Memories



Okay. So I found this old photo, scanned it and here it is. I have absolutely no idea what was going on or what I was doing. But I have no pride, nor shame, therefore I am sharing it with you. Besides – it’s swimming season. And for all I know, you may be searching for a unique look for the neighborhood pool. Search no more, friends. Search no more.


You’re welcome.