photo Sunday - I want to play!

Trying to think of what year this might be...1980? perhaps...Christmas day.

At every family occasion, Grandpa has to have some crazy picture of himself taken. Usually Christmas meant that he would gather all his gifts and wear them, or drape them over himself to display all his 'loot'! This particular year, he shared his gifts with Grandma an d me. It was a bad year for the Toronto Maple Leafs hockey team. They were on a terrible losing streak - thus the bag over G'ma's head. Grandma had also recently had eye surgery and was very self conscientious about her looks, and this was about the only way to get a picture of her!


I was not dancing at this time - knee surgery had interfered with my dream of becoming a ballerina, and I was working at a gas station until I could determine what I was going to do for the rest of my life. I had gained alot of weight, felt terminally greasy, dirty and smelled of gasoline fumes. I remember desperately trying to achieve some feeling of feminity. The loss of dance felt to me like the loss of my feminine side. Thus the horrific dress pictured here. It really was a monstrosity. Black and white taffeta with huge leg of mutton sleeves. Too many bows and flounces to really look good on me. At the time, I felt quite spectacular in the dress. Makes me laugh now!