Flashback Friday

In my time zone I still have 2 hours left until Saturday, so technically it's still Friday so I'm right on time with my Flashback this week.

I thought I'd bring you a 4th of July memory this week. How original, I know. But it's a good one so I don't think you'll blame me for my lack of originality.

The summer before my Sr. year in high school I actually attended a semester of college. I was accepted into a program at the former Ricks College (now known as BYU-Idaho) that gave high school students a real college experience and college credit to boot. For summer semester I lived in the dorms, attended classes, went on field trips, wrote essays, and got to know a lot of really cool people.

Since we happened to be in school for the 4th of July the college sent all of us that were in the Summer Honors Institue program (as it was called) to the Rexburg Rodeo. But the really thrilling part was the fireworks. As the arena lights went out and the fireworks began so did a scratchy recording of Stars and Stripes forever. The song got over but the fireworks display wasn't yet and apparently that was the only song on the tape (yes, I do believe it was a tape) because it was silent for a few minutes, time I can only assume they were rewinding the tape, and then Stars and Stripes Forever started again. And once again the song ended before the fireworks display. So, you guessed it, there was a few blessed moments of silence (well, fireworks were exploding just a few feet away so not really silence....but you know what I mean) and then we were once again honored to hear that scratchy recording of Stars and Stripes forever.

I like a good Sousa march as much as the next guy but I for one was thankful when the fireworks were finally over only because it meant we didn't have to rewind the poor tape yet again.

I hope that for tomorrow's rodeo that the city of Rexburg has invested in CD player, and a CD with a larger variety of patriotic music.

Flashback Friday

Flashback Friday is over at other blog today. Enjoy!

Flashback Friday

Your patience has paid off! As promised today I have for you a Flashback Friday that will make your day! But do not take a sip of that chocolate milk before watching the video below or you will be sorry. I promise.

For your viewing pleasure I have put together the most memorable bloopers from my college days and my time spent doing the campus newscast: ATV News.

Maybe it's only funny to me because I was there and know the entire back story to each and every blooper. But I'm hoping that even if you weren't there you can find the humor of the situation. (wait, isn't that a BNL song?) Because I find it HILARIOUS!

So without further adieu, enjoy!

ATV3 from Nicole Miller on Vimeo.

Flashback Friday

I come before you today groveling for forgiveness and it's not even 10:00 am yet.

See, I promised you a laugh-out-loud, pee your pants, spit milk through your nose funny Flashback Friday today.

It's ALMOST ready. The original bloopers reel was over 20 minutes long so I've been hand picking the funniest moments and re-editing it with some titles so help explain the maddness. And well, it's done but not perfected yet. And I don't want to show it to you until it's perfect.

So can I have one more week to get it ready for you? PLEASE? I know I can't keep making promises that I can't keep or I'll lose the 2 faithful readers I have. I just want it to be just right.

Instead I came up with something for today's Flashback Friday that I hope you find equally funny.

I know that what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas.....so I'll change the names to protect the innocent. :)

So I begin with a question. Why do we insist in taking embarrassing pictures of ourselves and our closest friends? Pictures that can be used against us at some later date? Why do we do this? Why?

See the weekend before I left on my mission I went to Vegas with my mom and her sisters. (My aunts, for those of you who are family tree challenged) For reasons that I still will never understand I allowed my mother to take this picture of me.



Frightening, I know. But that's not the worst part.

While on my mission my, er, not cousin whose name I shall not mention.....went on a similar trip with the same crazy chaperons. And she let them take this picture of her.



So, of course, when Mike and I were dating we passed through Vegas on our way to California and I coerced him into this picture.



Oh wait, I'm changing names to protect the innocent. That picture is not of Mike. It's some guy I may or may not have dated at some point in my past.

To his credit he was mortified by the prospect of this picture. It took a LOT of begging! And even after all my heartfelt pleas and arguments about how it's tradition he HAD to do it he utterly refused to stand with his head between them.

You're right, maybe I should've let these pictures stay in Vegas after all.

Flashback Friday

I'm in over my head. But I just repented of my non-Flashback Friday ways. So I didn't want to blow it off completely. AND while looking for the clipart CD that I use for my newsletter I came across a DVD that I have been trying to find for months now. A DVD that is going to make a hysterical Flashback Friday.

But, as mentioned before, due to the craziness that is my life this weekend I don't have time to rip it and upload it and give it the proper presentation. In fact I don't even have time to be blogging, and yet and I am. I was working on my Primary newletter and I actually have all of the content written, But due to the untimely demise of laptop my template that I created for the newsletter has been lost. So my kind husband is working on the layout for me and I'm sneaking in a little blogging while he's not looking.

Thus today is the teaser for next week's edition of Flashback Friday. (I can use words like teaser because I was a broadcast journalism major.)

And speaking of my college days that is what next week's Flashback Friday is all about. And you now know that it also includes a video. And yes, I'm in it. But so are many other USU broadcast journalism students. So believe me when I say it's laugh out loud, pee your pants, spit milk through your nose funny!

And I can tell it is way past my bedtime because I have started every sentence with and, but, or so. My high school English teacher would be so proud!

I must now return to the insanity. Do NOT miss next week though. I PROMISE I will make it worth your time!

Happy Weekend ya'll. (I'm not even southern. It MUST be past my bedtime.)

Flashback Friday

Somewhere pigs must be flying, because I'm finally posting another Flashback Friday!

As always, I had something much more elaborate in mind. Something that required scanning LOTS of pictures. And just thinking about it made my head hurt.

So I settled on something a little less elaborate but I think you will enjoy it.

Back when I was a wee lass of just 5 years old (I may have even started when I was 4) I was a member of a children's singing/performing group called The Rainbow Connection.



Wasn't I adorable?

The group picture is fun as well.



Yes, I still am THAT short.

AAAAAAND, for extra credit, only available to those who aren't actually related to me, can you pick out my older brother in the picture? (answer at the end)

It was a grand time, really. I once even had a solo. I got to sing the first line of Tomorrow, from Annie. "The sun'll come out, tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun" Yes, that was my 3 seconds of fame, with no fortune. Plus I'm pretty sure I only got the solo because I had red hair.

My brother also had a solo-"Eyes that look like heaven, lips like sherry wine. Elvira!" Or something like that. I'm sure he could tell you.

I also remember wearing a single white glove and singing Beat It

We have many miles of old home movies, on 8mm, of The Rainbow Connection performing. Which is ironic, since it's a SINGING group, and 8mm is silent. Nevertheless, judging from all the reels of Rainbow Connection my parents have my dad recorded every single performance ever. I'm not sure this would've been the case had it not been silent film. Because, let's face it, you didn't have to audition to be in the group and we were, after all, just kids.

And, for those of you still playing at home, THIS one is my older brother.

Flashback Friday

My wonderful Sister-in-law Karen has graciously consented to writing today's Flashback Friday. Her grandfather Edgar Carlson passed away this week and I thought it only fitting to pay him a small tribute today. (my husband's grandfather, too, in case your family tree skills are a little off)

I was only privileged to be in his presence a handful of times. So I thought it was fitting to have somebody who knew him well write today's post.

I think most little girls love their grandparents. I was no different. Some of my earliest memories with them are spending the night at their home at South Lake Tahoe. Grandpa's house had that sweet grandparently smell and when I close my eyes I can still sometimes bring those smells to my recollection. I know that I must have been a pretty cool or very bratty little kid because when I spent the night at their home I was allowed to sleep between them in their bed.

My grandpa was a large man, not just physically. Even his towering 6' frame seemed too small to contain his large heart and spirit. He was a man of substance, of character. I remember overhearing him talk to my brother and brother-in-law once about what he thought of goatees. He didn't mince words. He told it like he thought it.

As a little girl, I associated how much someone loved me with how tightly they squeezed when hugging me. I can assure you, I was certain that my grandpa loved me more than anyone else. Sometimes I wished he had loved me just a little less.

My sweet Grandpa passed away this week. I know him better now than I did most of my life. Funny how all our lives our grandparents are just our grandparents and that is all they are in our worlds. This week I learned my Grandpa was a man. A man with hopes, dreams, achievements, disappointments and plans. He was a son, a brother, a father. He was a husband, a friend, a business man. He was the son of two Swedish immigrants. All that said, the most important person he was to me was Grandpa. I feel blessed and grateful to have known him and to be a part of his family.

Flashback Friday-frusterated edition

Remember when I said my sister was getting married soon and that after the wedding I was going to have more time to blog? Yea, that was a funny joke. The wedding was a week ago today (hence no Flashback Friday last week) and my house hadn't quite recovered from that yet when Ryan moved back in. Now my house is in complete and utter disarray. Plus I got this masochistic idea that since I was out of diapers I'd try to do a two-for-one on the potty training and get all kids out of diapers for good.

So excess time is not a reality yet.

Which of course means I waited until today to actually start writing Flashback Friday. And I had a brilliant idea, too!

A few weeks ago while going through pictures for Flashback Friday I came across a picture of my sister as a baby, me holding her. So I thought since she got married last week it would be a great picture for my blog. I was going to put the picture of me holding her, and then this picture of her now holding my baby girl.



Brilliant, right?

So of course I looked and looked for like an hour for the picture and can't find it. And in the meantime my house isn't getting any cleaner. And so faithful followers-no picture of my baby sister as a baby. All you get is this.



Congratulations Natalie and Justin!

Hop on over to Katie's Flickr and her blog to see more photos of the big day. And if you just can't get enough of Katie's pictures check out her photography site as well. (which was designed by the talented Josh Piersanti.

Wow-one of these days I should start asking to get paid for all this free advertising I do, since I'm sure I'm sending 10's of hits to the above mentioned websites. Let's see, at a penny a hit....I think Katie and Josh both owe me about 6 cents. Now pay up. :)

Flashback Friday

Adam's birthday was this week so I've been thinking a lot about the day he was born, and the first week that he was home.

So today I thought I'd share with you the first time I REALLY freaked out. The moment I really realized I was responsible for this little life.

I am not entirely sure exactly how many days we had been home. I do remember that Mike had returned to work. And I was still on the really good pain medications. And for some reason that I can't now fully understand I found it absolutely necessary to go THAT DAY and buy Adam a blessing outfit.

Remember, I had just said that I was still taking the heavy pain meds (he was a 9 1/2 pound baby and was delivered with forceps so I was pretty torn apart) which means I SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN DRIVING. But this didn't even occur to me. I just knew I HAD to have his blessing outfit that day. It was apparently imperative to life as we know it.

So I load my baby into his car seat and we climb into our trusty little Nissan Sentra and off we go.

And it was the LONGEST drive of my life!!! Evey bump in the road I was sure I had just blown a tire. Every intersection I came to I was CERTAIN the other cars were not going to stop. I was jittery and afraid the entire drive. Every car on the road seemed out to hurt my baby. In my mind's eye my little Sentra was going to end up as a twisted mass of steel before we reached our destination.

Gladly, we did reach our destination, but by the time we got there I was a wreck. I sat in the car sobbing. I knew I couldn't safely drive us back home.

So I called my husband. Through heaving sobs I explained to him where I was and that he needed to come get me and the baby and drive us home.

Being a good husband he came immediately. He returned me and the baby to the safety of our home and then had to call his mom to go back to the store with him to get his vehicle.

Needless to say it was a LONG time before I drove anywhere alone with the baby again.

Flashback Friday

Today's edition of Flashback Friday is a tad scary. No, it's not about Halloween or haunted houses. But it does involve revealing a bit about my inner self, about the way I think. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is downright frightening at times!

So, before the memory you get a question. When you let your mind wander, when you have nothing else you have to be thinking about, what do you think about? Because I think about movie scenes. And I'm not talking about scenes from movies that I've actually seen. I mean I create movie scenes. Sometimes I'll even stick with the same scene for several weeks re-thinking it to make it better. I'll fix some of the dialogue or change the blocking or add some music for dramatic effect. Mind you I've never come up with an idea for an entire movie. It's always just a scene. A little tidbit. A teaser, a trailer. Sometimes the characters don't even have names. Does that make me strange? (please don't answer that question!)

For quite some time I was trying to work out a scene about how the male and female romantic leads would meet each other. I sing along to the radio in my car, quite loud and energetically sometimes. So I was trying to work out the details of a woman singing in her car while stopped at a red light. As she's singing away with much gusto she looks at the car next to her and sees a very handsome man singing along to the exact same song.

This scene was fresh in my head one morning as I was driving to work. As usual I was singing along to the song on the radio. While stopped at a red light I look over and see a guy I work with in the car next to me. And he was evidently listening to the same radio station because he was singing along to the same song I was! No joke.

Here's where it gets really weird though. Unlike the movie scene I had written and re-written in my head several times he was not handsome. He was a guy in our IT department and was the epitome of Geek! Now if I'm calling somebody a geek you know it must be bad because I score close to "total geek" on The Geek Test. But this guy he wasNapolean Dynamite Geek! Big glasses and everything. I seriously think that with all the stylish glasses available these days you actually have to special order glasses that ugly! But that's beside the point.

I couldn't help myself. The whole thing was so ridiculous that I started giggling. I couldn't stop laugh all the way to work. And I had to park on the opposite side of the parking lot so we wouldn't have to bump into each other walking into the building.

Thanks goodness I didn't need to call the help desk that day. I'm not sure I could've handled a conversation with the guy without lapsing into a total fit of hysterics!

Flashback Friday

Due to a special request this week's Flashback Friday is starring Andria. And although she didn't request it, it's also starring Heidi. Because, well, we're kind of like the 3 Musketeers.

I did have some pictures of just Andria, but you know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas so I had to opt for some different memories to share.

Here is a a lovely picture of the time we painted the playhouse in our grandmother's backyard.



We are supposed to be showing off all the paint that we got on ourselves.

And here is a time that we were Warrior Princesses. We had made the crowns, daggers, and shields our of cardboard, obviously.



I think it's funny that Heidi and I are both in our ballerina turned out toes stance.

I suppose this was before we were really rich princesses and could afford fancy dresses.


Ah, the simple joys of childhood.

Flashback Friday

I always have grand plans for Flashback Friday. I have so many good memories to share! Problem is I usually wait until Friday morning to start gathering things and then inevitably can't find what I am looking for all the while kids are needing things and so I end up doing something else, less grand than my original plans.

So, of course, that is what happened today, again. I have a good idea that is just taking too long to materialize and kids who want lunch and contacts that need to be picked up before 3:00. So, I decided that I was going to do Flashback Friday over at my other blog today. Mostly because it could be done quite quickly since all the pictures I need are already uploaded to my flickr account. Hope you enjoy.

p.s.
Dear Andria,

I'll make sure you are featured next week, I promise. :)

Flashback Friday

Spring cleaning is in full force at my house. (even though there is now on the ground) I came across this photo while cleaning and knew I had to use it today.



This was just before I left on my mission and I had a few friends over for a little going away party. Mike had only been home from his mission for about a month. (He had also just spent the last week at Lake Powell, hence the awesome tan.) Back before I knew I was going to end up marrying him someday.

He claims I spent the day freaking him out. See as a missionary for 2 years girls were totally off limits so then on this day he claims I hugged him and "flirted" with him and wouldn't let him leave every time he tried to escape the madness. I honestly don't remember all that. I remember being totally obsessed by the fact that my ex-boyfriend showed up with some chic who was sitting on his lap and how tacky I thought he was being. (I think I have a picture of the ex with his new fling somewhere....maybe I'll have to pull that out someday. Or then again, maybe not.)

Flashback Friday

The date is Thursday, February 26th. The time is 10:00 pm. I'm trying desperately to catch up on all my blog reading because although I love to read the witty posts from all my blogging buddies it's been a busy week and I've neglected my google reader for nearly 5 solid days.

I glance down at the clock and remind myself that I've stayed up late every night this week and that I really REALLY need to go to bed at a decent hour.

But before I know it it's 11:00 and I'm still up. 11:15 and I'm still up. 11:30 and I'm still up.

I finally drag myself into bed knowing that morning it going to come way too early.


There are no rules about exactly HOW far back I have to flashback, so this counts.....right? Right?

Flashback Friday

I was so excited last week to write about President's Day that I totally forgot that it was also Valentine's Day. And I've got a really fun Valentine's Memory.

When I was a sophomore in High School I somehow managed to convince a bunch of the boys I knew to write me secret admirer letters. I don't pretend to remember what my motivation was. Nor do I understand why so many of them actually complied with my request. Apparently I was quite convincing. Or maybe they were just all afraid of what I'd do to them if they didn't. I'm really not sure. And yes, I have kept them all for these many years.

So, for your reading pleasure today, some belated Valentines sentiments.

Flashback Friday

President's Day is just around the corner. And President's Day 2002 was another one of those memorable days in my courtship with Mike. So, please excuse the cheesiness. It is what it is.

During this time I was working for the Host Broadcaster for the 2002 Winter Olympics which basically means I was working 10 hours a day 7 days a week. During this time I had also been sort of seeing Mike off and on. Nothing too serious. But he had President's Day off and was trying to convince me to call in sick so that we could spend it together.

If I recall correctly getting the day off involved a little white lie, because NOBODY got time off during the Olympics. And I hate to rationalize what I did by saying the ends justify the means....but it did get me one step closer to the man who would eventually be the father of my children, so I have a hard time feeling too terrible about it.

So, I got the day off and we decided to head downtown to see some of the Olympic sites. Being a holiday and having half the world in our state it was crowded, to say the least. It took forever to find parking. And the venue we decided on visiting first had a 2 hour wait just to get inside. 2 hours! But the crowds worked out to my advantage I must say. As we were maneuvering our way through the throngs of people I made my move: I reached out and grabbed his arm and said "Don't lose me!" As if that's the only reason I wanted to hold him!

We stood in line for 2 hours for the chance to push a bobsled. But I held my arm in his the whole time, so the wait didn't seem nearly as long. At the bobsled "event" visitors got a chance to compete in a heat of 12 for the fastest pushoff time. The top in the heat got Pins (which if you were around for the Olympics you know that pin collecting and trading was a big deal) you got a Gold, Silver, or Bronze pin for placing.

So, I told him I was very competitive and that if we didn't take home the gold we couldn't be friends anymore. I guess he felt there was a lot at stake because bless his heart he pushed hard and fast! So fast in fact that he couldn't stop and stepped over the stop line, thus disqualifying us. Too bad, too because we were last in the heat and the current winners time was 2.88. We came in at 2.76. Good enough for the Gold! Dang that red line. Oh well. To prove I wasn't going to hold it against him I let him hold my hand the rest of the night. Wasn't that nice of me?

The highlight of the day would have to be when we were over at Washington Square. over in the little mountain man area they had like a mock ghost town facade and bales of hay and there was some country music playing. We were the only ones there and he spontaneously started leading me in a country swing. For all my years of dance training I'm embarrassed to say I did a horrible job. I was laughing to hard. But it sort of felt like a scene in a movie and so of course I loved it!

We also hopped on Trax and went to get a look at the Olympic Torch. It was actually really cool! The flame against the dark night surrounded by all the nation's flags. It could've actually been quite romantic, but I kept making dumb jokes because I'm a dork like that.

A week or so after President's Day Mike had an assignment in his English class. I can't remember the exact assignment but he was struggling with it, not knowing what to write. So I told him I'd do the assignment, too. Give him some inspiration. This is what I wrote:

What was once well-tended grass has been reduced to mush by the slightly warmer weather which has melted the snow coupled with the recent increase in foot traffic. Each step I take across the now muddy terrain makes a slight sucking noise. My feet are cold as I stand on the not-quite-frozen ground. But my hands are warm, especially the one he’s holding, which comes complete with the “this is the first time he’s held my hand and I really like it” butterflies in my stomach. I look over at him and then up at the flickering orange flame against the dark night sky, and I wonder if there is any possible way to capture the magic of this moment in a bottle.

“Pretty amazing, isn’t it?”

His words startle me back into reality. “Huh?”

“I was just thinking about how surreal it feels to be standing here. It somehow makes the world seem like a smaller place.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” He’s absolutely right. It still boggles my minds to think that important people from all over the world are gathered right here in my own backyard. The scene before my eyes has been broadcast into the home of millions all across the world. My heart swells with pride to see Old Glory waving in slight breeze of the night, next to the flags of 78 other nations.

“Where’s Romania’s flag?” I ask, knowing that Romania holds a special place within his heart. He points to a flag with three vertical stripes. “There, the one that’s blue, yellow, and red.”

I glance over at it and then up at the dancing flame once again. I wonder what stories it would tell if it could talk. It came from half way around the world to get here, carried by thousands of different people, all heroes in their own right. And now I’m looking at it. Just watching the flame makes me want to be just a little better.

Just then a thought pops into my mind “I wonder what they’re going to do with the torch when this is all over.”

“Probably sell it on e-bay,” he laughs.

“I think they should leave it right where it is. Not only is it beautiful, but it’s also represents everything good in the world. Peace, heroism, patriotism, achievement, and friendship.”

He glances over at me, smiles, and gives my hand a slight squeeze. A warm comfort floods over me and I somehow know that my life will never be the same because of this moment. As I look at him his gaze returns once again to the blaze lighting up the night sky.

My eyes wander over to another part of the stadium. Large orange letters spell out the words “light the fire within.” Standing here next to him with cold feet, looking at the fire burning for the entire world to see, I think I understand those words for the very first time.

Flashback Friday

This is an entry straight out of my journal. 9-22-96. I was a Senior in high school. (and now you know how old I am) I typed it exactly how it appears in my journal. Bad formatting, bad spelling, bad grammar. Just keeping it real folks.

Man, I just got the strangest phone call!!!!! I picked up the phone and the girl on the other end said to me "Do you know a boy named Donald Gore." Yes I said. See, he was in my seminary class last year. He was a sophomore then, which means that he's a year younger than I am. he seems a lot more than just a year younger, though. I mean not that I look all that mature or anything, I still look like I'm 10! But he hasn't hit puberty yet, I guess he's a late bloomer. Anyway, she said "Well, I'm his sister, and he really likes you a lot, but he's just really shy." I didn't know what to say!!! What do you say??? Thanks? I mean it was just awkward, ya know. So she said, "are you still there?" "Yes, I just don't know quite what to say. I'm very flattered." "Do you want to talk to him?" I was thinking NO, but she put him on the phone anyway. So then he said Hi, and did the small talk thing for a minute, then asked, "Are you doing anything on the 28th?" Well, I am. That's the weekend that Peggy, my friend from Ricks, is coming to stay with me! So I told him that. I felt bad that he had gotten up the nerve to ask me then I couldn't go, where ever it was he wanted to go do, but to tell you the truth I'd rather be with Peggy. But it was just weird. Another kid I know was there, too. And Donald told me, "David's here. He's laughing at me." I said "He's just jealous because you're talking on the phone to a cute girl and he's not." Then I felt really stupid for saying that!!!!!! Oh well.

The little sophmores in my seminary class always fall in love with me because I guess they aren't used to girls being nice to them, I don't know. I guess they think a handshake in seminary and an occasional "hi" in the hall at school constitute love.

Wow, I so don't remember being that vain. This coming from the girl with glasses, braces, zits, and a training bra! Okay, now that I'm totally embarrassed that I shared this with you all I'm going to do my best to pretend that High School never really happened. Which, by the way, is one of the oh so many reasons I refuse to go on Facebook. I don't need people from high school tracking me down and reminding me that those years where not, in fact, all just a bad dream.

Flash WAY back Friday

Yup. That's me. At the ripe 'ol age of 5 months. My little elbows are so cubby I just want to pinch them! I even left in the blue finger print smudge on the upper left side of the picture there for the sake of authenticity. (My husband tried to convince me to photoshop it out.)

Here are a couple of my daughter at the same age.





Any similarities?

Flashback Friday

This week was my 6th wedding anniversary. So I thought that today I'd share a few wedding photos.

Exiting the Temple, officially man and wife.



This one has always been one of my favorites. It was setting on my desk at work, once upon a time when I still had a paying job. Mike claims he was checking to make sure my bow was still tied but the look on his face would indicate he's checking out my behind. Guess he thought that now that we were married he was allowed to look.



Pinning on my dad's corsage.



Cutting the cake, which my mom made. Didn't she do a lovely job?



A stolen kiss-tasted like wedding cake.



My mom also made these M&M cakes (because we both had last names starting with M) and my little cousins couldn't wait to have a piece of them!



My dad and his (only) sister-just for fun.




Me and my sister.



And this little gem of when we were done opening gifts.



So there you have it. What a lot can change in 6 years!!!!

Flashback Friday

My husband has accused me of always embarrassing him with my Flashback Fridays. So today I have vowed to only embarrass me. And maybe a couple of my cousins. Who shall remain nameless in order to protect the innocent.

The sloppy handwriting on the back of these lovely reminiscences indicates that they were taken in August 1993. Back then my cousins and I loved to play dress up. We especially loved to play that we were princesses. (I know, you're shocked.)

So feast your eyes on the beauties that were us "Once Upon A Time...."







Back then I was carrying a high quality 110 camera. (Does that age me?) So, of course, the pictures are also extremely high quality. Especially since they are taken in my Grandmother's very dark basement. Ah, those were the days.