Dragonlane Artisan Jewellery

This week AP attended a memorial service for one of his childhood friends.  It prompted him to pull out old photographs and look through his past.  He was in a reflective mood this week and I was pondering this when  I went upstairs and saw a pile of MY old photographs on the desk.

There I was — in the 1980’s — big shoulder pads on my dresses and big permed hair.

Then in the 1990’s — still some permed hair and living in NYC.

Then my unfortunate first marriage and a quick divorce and I was about 30 pounds thinner with VERY short hair.  It was an unintentional divorce diet but I cut all of my hair off and sported a pixie cut for awhile, just to announce a new me I suppose.

But it wasn’t really a new me.  I gained the weight back and my hair grew out again.  I plodded on.

Then there were photos of me holding babies.  They were the children of various friends of mine, all as sweet and cute as a bug’s ear.    The kids are all grown up now and are at university — some are married with kids of their own.  They have all grown into interesting and lovely adults.   ***sob***

Yes.  Time has rushed on.

An old friend used to say to me, “Don’t look back!!”  I hear her voice whenever I think about past mistakes, wrong turns taken, and general youthful foolishness.  And sometimes foolishness that isn’t so youthful.  Don’t look back.

So I put the photos away, stashed in the far corner of the cupboard.  Except I couldn’t resist this one of me, probably aged 5.  Apparently I sported big shoulder pads way back then.