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Mine happen to all be about hobbies gone bad.
1983? There was that time I took dance lessons. It's recorded (on a Beta tape!!). The family legend says that everyone else danced right and I went left. It's shaped how I feel about dancing in public even as an adult.
1990? Then, there was that time my grandma learned to weave baskets. Of course, I had to learn, too, because what 12 year old shouldn't have the exact same hobby as someone 50 years her senior!??!
Circa 1992ish. Seventh or eighth grade. I was too cool to have a hobby. Or wait. Look at that flannel shirt. Maybe I was failing miserably at being grunge - especially considering those earrings appear to be small, gold hearts.
1995? Family Christmas photo. Remember that time I learned to race sled dogs. What? I hate the cold and the wilderness. Yeah. Another not-so-great idea.
1997. Yes. That's me with another hobby intended for people 50 years older than me. Plus, being a harp player (or the musician of any instrument that goes between your spread knees) seriously limits one's fashion options.
5 comments:
I love the dance picture so much I want to marry it.
Is that a harp in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?
The sled dogs is pure magic. Love it
i love you so much.
particularly your description of the harp.
xoxo.
This is awesome! I can totally relate to having the same hobbies as your grandmother. I volunteered at a Senior Center for like 10 years. I loved doing arts and crafts with old people.
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