She likes bad school photos. Is this one bad enough?

I can assure you that a lot of time and effort went into primping for this third grade picture.
Yes, I sent it to Ellen for consideration.
















This shoe has bells. I have it's mate too.



I'm participating again in Second Time Around Tuesday hosted by Diane at A Picture Is Worth a 1000 Words. For a list of participants be sure and visit her blog.
Here's the table cleared off so you can see what I mean.




I must have been mad at my sister because my mother added the year and initials and I added a note about my sister. I had never noticed that before and it was only as I turned the card over to scan it that I saw what I had written.




And here's the headpiece. The veil does have lots of holes and I didn't bother to photograph it.
I should have scanned the wedding picture. I'll try and remember to do that tomorrow and add it to my blog.
If anyone has a suggestion as to what I should do with the gown please let me know. I didn't want to throw it away or leave it in the estate sale. I'm a sentimental old fool...remember? I know I could have it preserved in a box, but that would probably be expensive and I'm not sure the old fibers would survive a cleaning. So, I'm open to suggestions. Is there a way I could discretely display it? I wouldn't want it hanging in the living room. I'm hoping some creative person will come forward with a suggestion.

But she was a good sport and graciously agreed to pose for pictures in the store.


Now if there had only been a soda fountain next door where I could have bought a chocolate Coke the day would have been perfect. You haven't really lived until you've had a chocolate Coke. Forget cherry Cokes, vanilla Cokes, or lemon Cokes. Chocolate is the way to go.
Our kids are 39, 38, and almost 33. This stuff's been around for a while!And when I was packing up my Dad for the move to assisted living here I saved some of the vintage Christmas ornaments and put them in my mother's punch bowls. The only ornament that isn't vintage in this bowl is the little Santa Claus in the middle that says 1918. That was the year my father was born and when I saw it this year I had to have it. It looks vintage anyway.

And here's the other bowl. It's our centerpiece on the dining room table. Good thing we don't drink punch.
And I'll take this opportunity to show you my Norman Rockwell Christmas Village. This is supposed to be Main Street in Stockbridge, MA. I love Norman Rockwell and the one place I want to go before I die is the Normal Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge, MA. ( Hey...the trip will be a lot cheaper than Hawaii or some other exotic location.) Please ignore anything that might be knocked over. For some reason the cats love to stroll down Main Street.