Trying to find photos of myself before 1985, I came across a big box of, well, memories. Photos of the crowd I used to hang around with when I first moved to Canberra; Patricia, Naf and I in the snow at Corin Forest ... and a whole swag of locker love letters from the ex to me. At uni, I was locker #49, and he was #101. He used to leave me beautiful notes of love and let me know where to find him in the all-night reading room or the library, or tell me he'd meet me after my geography lecture at 1.50 pm outside the Central Lecture Theatre. Sigh. Such beauty at the tender age of 19. Shame he turned out to be such an arse.
Anyway, I eventually shook myself out of my melancholy and found this photo. I think it is either 1984 or 1985 when I was 14 or 15 and our dog Faby had given birth to nine Dobermann puppies. Boris was last one we let go of - he had a few skin issues. He was also ginormous.
Things to note - the hair. My god, the hair.Mum made that skirt for me out of an apple green polka dot polypop - I love how the voluminous pockets are engulfing Boris' tail. Loved that skirt. I think was on my way to Sunday school that morning.
Here's another photo, this time with my brother and Faby. Note the bare feet. North Queensland in the 80s, friends.