Sunday, June 10, 2012

Mom keeps old stuff

I do. I can’t help it.

We were reading Maisie’s Fairy Tales and came to Little Red Riding Hood, and I remembered that I’d kept the little three-way Red Riding Hood/ Grandmother/ Wolf doll that my Memere Cis had given me when my blankie was trapped in her trunk on the night of a hapless all-girl-cousins sleepover. So I dug it out, and with it, some pretty great old dress-up duds.

Exhibit A: Flower girl dress worn 6/5/80 (yes, I can remember that, but I can’t remember to put kiddo shampoo on the grocery list) by me in my cousin Jeanne Perrault’s wedding. I was 5. Maggie is 3…
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The Little Red Riding Hood doll is at bottom left in photo above right – poor thing was tossed aside at the sight of all those great dress-up outfits! Crown and purse credit: Auntie Erin (I think Maggie was aiming at “princess” here.)


Exhibit B: Dance recital outfit worn circa June 1985 (I was 9, nearly 10; Zoe here is 5). The dance was choreographed by teacher Cathy Landry (neighbor up on Sebbins Pond Rd with a dance school) and performed to Madonna’s Material Girl with childhood BF, Meredith Roy. To which I now say “really?” Nine year olds dressed up in sequins dancing to Madonna’s anything circa 1985?? eek. I do think Zoe looks kinda lovely here, though.
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Exhibit C: Dance recital outfit worn also circa June 1985. This was for Footloose, again choreographed by Cathy and danced alongside Missy (er, Meredith). I explained to Zoe that these costumes were supposed to evoke the flapper-girl era (never mind the fish net stockings).
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All this leads me to consider five things:
  • I had better stay on top of the gems to be found at the back of our “dead body” closet if I want them to have any excuse for keeping these things at all;
  • thank goodness I had girls (despite the fact that I consider myself open-minded enough to handle a little boy who want's to play dress-up in these sorts of costumes);
  • my girls are TALL;
  • I was a shrimp;
  • the outfitting for any kiddo dance recital circa 1985 or 2012 seems questionable.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Victoria, B.C. 2012–part 4


More sites around the city before heading home.
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Our digs.
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Loved the architecture; “crooked house” and “crooked house, up close” (still, but slightly less crooked)
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Coffield kind
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Grandma? Don’t worry, we won’t tell Grandpa! Winking smile
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Touching base with some of their roots (they are 50% French-Canadian!)
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Ferry boat; not much worse for the wear (taking in the tunes from the impromptu Irish folk singers)
It was a fabulous time. The weather was totally agreeable (crisp, but so clear) and the company fine. Can’t wait to do that again.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Victoria, B.C. 2012–part 3


We certainly tried to make the most of our time. If memory serves, this was a particularly huge day: Butchardt Gardens followed by the miniature museum, followed by an attitude adjustment hour for the St. Alonzos Smile.
Maggie was particularly enthralled by the miniatures.
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Mom. I’m on the phone! (why does it seem that this scene will be déjà vu in a few years?)
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When we got out of the museum, others were still raring to go, but we needed a break. Seeing as pulling up for two pints to a bar wasn’t really an option, we did the next best thing: margaritas, chips and ‘diyas (quesadillas). We all felt much better after that!
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