Christmas. 1967. My dad just sent me some photos he scanned from old slides. Here I am with my new “Green Ghost” game. I don’t remember it at all, which is a bit strange, since I probably loved it. Glow-in-the dark, ghosts, what could be better?
||But my real question is: What the hell am I wearing?
||Hmmm. Well, whatever it was, at least my sister was forced to wear one too. I wasn’t the only one covered in apples.
||And they’re better (?) than whatever my mother was wearing… Although I do kinda like her sparkly silver slippers.
Fashions of the late 60’s. What joy.
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At least it’s not mother-daughter apples!
Cute!! All pj that long ago were weird (and warm!).
Hee hee! Wouldn’t it be fun to have a square from everything you’ve ever worn to make the scariest, most hilarious quilt?