I am the youngest of four children. I have two older brothers who are 12 and 11 years older and my sister who is 6 years older than me. I was a surprise package. The child of my mother’s older years.
By the time I came along my mom was a busy gal helping to support and raise 4 children. So many times my main caregiver ended up being my sister. She was my mini-mom. She made sure I was up and dressed for school and she did my hair practically every morning and on special photo days at school. Looking back on some of these pictures I think OMG what was she thinking! Thank God I was too oblivious to fashion back then or I would have been scarred for life. I have curly hair which isn’t the easiest to work with so she did her best. But often I arrived at school with my bangs parted, slicked on either side of my forehead with pin curls at the end. I thought it was romantic like a flapper girl from the roaring 20's, but when you look at the pictures… I really looked more like Shemp from The Three Stooges.
All is forgiven now and I actually think I was one lucky little sister to have an older sister who took the time to make sure I was presentable. Though I do question her sense of hairstyle back then. We now live on opposite ends of the continent, and I miss her terribly. She still plays mother hen to me, reading me the riot act if I’m not taking care of myself the way I should. And she tells me how to dress and that I’m in a Fashion Coma. She has become quite the Fashion Queen. And when it comes to makeup, no one can equal her ability to tell you what colors look best on you and how you should apply them. But there is one thing I’ll never let her do: and that’s my hair! I guess I am scarred.
I love you Sis.