My mom had just come home with that fabulous perm, and, apparently, I asked to have the same done to my hair.
I was three or four at the time, so I’ll have to take her word on that. I do, however remember the traumatic experience of having my hair cut off several days after this picture was taken, because I played in a sandbox too emphatically and my mother couldn’t comb through the tangled, sandy mess!
This picture will always make me smile (while shaking my head). It shows just how tiny our immediate family was – just me and my mom, with dad behind the camera at his studio.
It’s goofy, sure, but back then, it was just ‘us’.