Old Photos

After considerable amounts of time spent on computer maintenance, I hope that this will post. I've been having difficulties for a while with "freezing" or "hanging" (and the losing of posts and comments) so why I didn't address it sooner is an indication of one of my many flaws — extreme procrastination. The maintenance involved clearing the cache in three browsers and discarding lots and lots of picture files AND moving many files to the exterior hard drive.  (Yes, I use Photobucket as well for storage and Picasa, too, of course.) You photographers may wish to clue me in on your storage tips. I know that Jill uses memory chips for storage, which I think is very clever, but then how does she store the memory chips? I should ask her!

So you just know how one thing leads to another and back again, right? It's a Law of Physics or something. Here I was clearing photos left and right and, by afternoon, had found shoeboxes full of old photos. Five to be precise. They were found because I have so much mulch left over from purchasing a yard and a half of the stuff that I wanted to clear a large waste can (used for storage only), which I thought was full of puzzles (easy to release to Goodwill) to put some mulch in for next year. But noooo, there were all those shoeboxes full of photos... Just when I think I'm done with photos, along comes more!

I don't remember ever seeing these before. Actually, most of these "Shoe Box Photos" I don't remember seeing before. It must have something to do with their never making it to photo albums so, sitting in shoe boxes, they were unknown to me. There's my pretty mama keeping my little sister from touching me. I'm sure that's it from the look on my face.  It's a she's-touching-me face! Then there's a photo of my sister and me at the coffee table. (Now I do remember that round coffee table.) My sister has a cute seal pull toy with a ball on his nose.  The top photo is not showing my best side, though what I want you to focus on are the shoes.

Just a little while ago, one of my blogging buds (May have been Life in Red Shoes  Nope! Stick Horse Cowgirls) was discussing those little plastic high heels that little girls wear. I am simply documenting that I, too, had a pair and I loved them. They didn't last long as I recall and, for that reason, I never had another pair. Still, life was good while they held up.

Is it Friday already? Just a reminder to be checking over your photos because next week is June's Note Card Party! Clicking on the sidebar icon will take you to all the pertinent information.

Enjoy your day...


mosaic background by Kim Klassen

Edited to Add: The curly hair? I believe that this was a "Poodle Perm" though goodness knows, with hair that already has a lot of curl, I don't think it was necessary. It was my mother's idea that unruly curly hair could be "tamed" with a perm. I have in recent years had perms with that same hope.