From my young adult years, ages 17 - 26, this is what I'm finding. This is what happens when you invest 9 years in a bad High School relationship that turned into a bad first marriage and your dear, sweet Mother, (I can't say hated, she was too nice) but, really, really disliked that said person.
I have to laugh. She had no control over my situation, but she sure could wield a pair of scissors with the best of them. I know she got great satisfaction out of snipping out that bit of rubbish. So among the albums, I come across a piece of a picture here and there.... little snippets of myself.
I'm still looking and deciding what feels right. In the meantime, thought I would share a piece of myself, thanks to Mom. We laughed about it when she was still here. She would appreciate knowing I still get a kick out of this.
How 1950s are those curtains? I think there are pictures of them in 2 other houses! This was early 1970 too. Those curtains stayed there until my sister bought her new ones.
