I am somewhat hesitant to post this picture but my sister Bernadette asked if she could post it on Facebook and that's the end of trying not to post it! I was 13 in this picture. 13 year olds are VERY self-conscious. My grandfather had a retirement banquet we needed to attend and we were supposed to wear something formal. My Mom bought us these dresses. They are OK, no complaints there. It's the HAIR issue that I am still traumatized by to this day!! My Mom brought me to a beauty salon. DON'T ask me what she asked them to do to me. All I know is I complained non-stop about whatever they did to my hair. It was the 70's after all and that's traumatic in and of itself. I distinctly remember walking through Woolworth with her on the way to the car. I kept trying to get her to understand how much I hated my hair and to tell her that EVERYBODY was looking at me. I still remember how she stopped short, turned to me and with anger in her voice, said, "Elizabeth, the whole world does not have time to stop and look at you." I can still hear those words in my head from time to time.
Unfortunately, there are a lot of people all over the world that look at this blog and those words have new meaning now! And...why did Bernadette have normal 70's hair? What's up with that? That's a New York Italian photo if I ever saw one. :)