16 days and thousands of miles later, I am back from Ontario. I didn't tell you I was going, because I didn't want one of you to come and burgle my house while I was gone. Maybe take my dog.
I bought the nose stud I was telling you about - and it has been six weeks, so I am finally able to take out the biker-chic BCR and put in the diamond....ta da!
I was startled to see this self-portrait, but my sister (who was on the other end of that headset phone line you see there) tells me that my nose is not that big. So, okay, good. Or maybe she said "Your nose isn't big", which could mean that this is really what my nose looks like and she's just used to looking at it.
Your comments on my roller-coaster post were funny. I have a deep and abiding passion for them, but I absolutely loathe and revile, and cannot stand the thought of, spinny rides. You know the kind of thing - whipping you around in circles while simultaneously turning you upside down/raising you in the air/tilting platforms beneath your helpless body. If I ride anything spinny, I get overwhelming nausea that can take up to 24 hours to subside. That famous Disneyland teacup-thing? sometimes I wake up from nightmares about that. And I haven't even been on it.
This weekend is my 20th high school graduation reunion. What do you know about that! Am I going? You bet. There were only 9 of us in our class, and we're (nearly) all still in touch. It'll be fun, even though it means I am old. "Too soon oldt, too late schmart" as my grandparents' plaque read in quaint germanic letters.
Here I was at my graduation, at the tender age of 16. The aforementioned grandmother stands proudly by my side. (Miss you Gramma.) Note my dress - post-French-Revolution in style, rose-pink in colour (YES momma!) and pouffy in habit. Made by Super-Mom according to my exacting specifications. ("It must look JUST like the cover of 'These Old Shades', only pink!")
It's a little unnerving to see a picture of my young self. I dread the thought of what 20 more years will do to my appearance.
I'll let you know how the reunion goes - too bad I don't still have that dress or I could put it on just for laughs (tears?) and see whether it will zip up.
8 comments:
Oh the dress, so dramatic!!
Have fun at the reunion, it's nice that you want to go. I have no real desire to go to our 20th next year.
Your dog is definitely burgle-worthy; I'd steal him in a minute if I could.
I haven't forgotten the trauma of the Imperator in Vienna -- you're not kidding about the 24 hour nausea!
Glad you're back. XOXO
Glad you're back - hope you had a nice time back east (I thought you were going for the G8 summit).
Have fun at the reunion. Nice pic btw. Grandma must of liked you better as she never came to any of my do's :)
Erin - I'M the FAVOURITE of course!
Actually in this case I think it was a 2 for 1 kind of deal - Lori's on the other side of G-ma, also graduating...I cropped Uncle Rene out of the photo for clarity's sake. (Or something...)
We SHOULD wear our grad dresses - what a laugh that would be! Unfortunately, mine was lost to the scissors of my younger sister. I could dig up (but not zip up) my wedding dress though! It's not nearly as fancy as my grad dress was!!
The nose stud is GORGEOUS. Looks great on you. And you are insane if you look at that pic and get "big nose" from it.
Just sayin'.
Shall we start a "Post your profile" trend to compare relative nose sizes? I've got you beat by quite a bit, and mine's a pointy, narrow, English-genetics-slightly-knobby-thing to boot. lol (Thank you, Grandma, for that Middleton nose.) You look fine, Shan. :o)
I think we're all surprised (to varying degrees) when we see our profiles, because we're so accustomed to seeing ourselves in the mirror, head-on.
Have fun at your reunion . . . and I do wish you still had that dress. It would be so fun to see you in it!
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