During my teen years, I must have had a dozen different squaw dresses. My mother was a marvelous seamstress and made all of my clothes. We would wear squaw dresses with concho belts, turquoise and silver jewelry and I generally wore beaded moccasins.
My! The fifties!!
There are very few snapshots of me for I always behind the camera. However, recently a friend sent two photos of Aged Me taken at the Arts for Life (hospital fundraiser) and
I remember the days when I didn’t have drooping cheeks and jowls. My profile looked a great deal different baaaaack when. The years do creep up on one . . . where do they go??