Old photos are hilarious, as they truly expose you for the dag you truly are. Or perhaps that’s just me? I was going through some old photos at my parent’s house early one morning and came across these treasures.
Beneath the carefully cultivated image of a hipster librarian who wears black, glasses and a permanent slash of red lippy lies a
someone who had to wear clothes that matched her sister,
wore a lot of brown and yellow (so NOT my colours!),
and had a topless shot of her in the bath.
Wore a white dress and a veil for the one and only time in her life (for my first Communion)
The dress was made by my mum and the fabric was embroiderie anglaise, from what I can remember.
So now you know part of my story. I will have to leave the photos of me in the 80s for another time, as they still make me squirm :).