Anyway, let's not dwell on how completely 'wrong' it is for me to have reached a half century (there must be a typo on my birth certificate or something, this is NOT right at all) and whoever just mumbled the word 'denial' can go straight to the back of the line. NOW!
So, Dear Reader, for your delight and delectation, here is a nice little showing of 'Debs through the Decades' and we'll have no sniggering at how mad the hair's always been please :)
I don't have any memories of being this young. All my proper memories begin 3 years later when my brother is born. They say that traumatic times herald a greater recollection, don't they? And it don't get more traumatic than finding a pink bundle of stinking dampness inside a blanket when you were told you'd be getting a new playmate and you expected it to be a white rabbit in checked dungarees (don't ask).
Me aged 10. With Mum and Dad (I can't believe they'd have been aged 36 and 38 respectively - they already seemed ANCIENT from where I was standing... next to my - NOT WHITE RABBIT brother). Yes I did feel completely foolish with that bridesmaid dress on. yes, it was handmade and yes that stupid flowery hat was made of polyester and made my head itch like mad all day. Oh and yes, coloured photographs HAD been invented then but a wedding isn't a wedding if you don't get a bit arty with the photos, right?
Aged 30, and very recently married, attending the wedding of another couple we were friends with back then. I remember it was blisteringly hot that day and the bright orange (ORANGE!) suit I was wearing not only gaped at the buttons down the front of the skirt, but was made of linen and so looked like a concertina around the hips every time I stood up. I also remember refusing to take the jacket off because I afeared displaying my bingo wings (hereditary).
Me at 50. With the greatest person I've ever met or given birth to. I can't believe she's my soul mate, the sister I always wanted and the best friend a gal could ask for. If I do nothing else of worth for the rest of my life I am proud beyond measure that I will always be a part of hers.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR ME, Happy Birthday Dear Me, Happy Biiiirrrthday Dear Me-eeeee, Happy Biiiiirrrthday Deeeeeaaaaaarrrrrr Me!
*dear me* :(
'Re: Becca' FREE for the day...
much love, Debs xxx