Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Except Donkeys

My friend Rachel reminded me of something from my own childhood. So this is for you Rachel - a picture of me, Lady riding a concrete donkey exhibiting the squinty expression that has kept the anti-aging face cream industry on it's toes.

I am the Clint Eastwood of 6 year olds in this photo and have no idea where it was taken. My parents claim not to remember, so I'm guessing they are somewhere off to the side chugging margaritas.

PS - who am I, Shirley Temple? Could that dress be any shorter?

10 comments:

Rachel said...

That is fantastic!!! It looks a lot like the one that Nana had ini her yard sans cart.

You had nice gams even back in the day!!!

Churlita said...

I have a photo of me and my sister wearing dresses just barely not showing our girl parts from like 1970. I can't imagine dressing my 5 year old in that.

The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch: said...

My mom (when sober) and aunts sewed most of our clothes back then.

thanks Rach!!

cooper green said...

Lady, with a little forethought you could have prepared for the chance that you might be riding a concrete donkey later in the day. That's the time to be planning your wardrobe, not when you're already astride a wild garden ornament.

Man, some people's kids.

The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch: said...

Hi Coop! Thanks for coming by!
Back then I was only partically responsible for my wardrobe. Mother would let me choose from the items she sewed or purchased for me and I never knew very far in advance if there would be concrete donkeys in the places she and dad decided to get hammered.

Stepping Over the Junk said...

sorry, but I am laughing my head off!!

Justin said...

At first glance I thought your post title was "Expect Donkeys" and I thought man, finally! But alas...

The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch: said...

Hey there Stepping! - glad to help out.

Justin - so sorry to disappoint - but I'm glad you came by just the same. Perhaps there is something else in my blog you will find entertaining.

Step Right Up said...

There's nothing wrong with a photo of yourself riding a concrete animal. Just 2 weeks ago I had my photo taken sitting on a concrete bull in some lady's front yard.

The Guv'ner said...

Oh Lord. The seventies. My mother has a scrapbook of my sister and I looking resplendent in purple bell bottoms (matching!) and equally offensive smock tops. Since we were tiny little kids we thought we were THE BEES KNEES. Now we have to bribe her with chocolate not to show those to our friends.

Incidentally, that concrete donkey looks pretty authentic! And is giving birth to many jokes in my head that I won't repeat.