It seems to have escaped my mother's attention that my sister and I are not twins. I shudder at the thought of the abominations we would have been forced to wear had we been.
I would also like to challenge her on the whole hairband versus ribbons issue. Obviously I am scowling because my sister is rocking the hairband with her hair out while I have mine in pigtails and ribbons. I am so pissed. Wearing our hair out was like totally rad. And mostly forbidden. It is so. not. fair. that she was allowed all that hair freedom, and I was denied it. This clearly was a precursor to the 1976 Christmas debacle when she got an ABBA t-shirt and do you know what I got? I bet you cannot even guess what I got.
I got a Wombles t-shirt.
No, sorry. I can't talk about it. I thought I could but I can't.
Back to 1973. I also take issue with the fact that my sister's dress is both pink AND bedecked with flowers. The rule is that if you get pink, then you also get the ugly pattern. It's what god intended. But nooooo. Not in 1973. Not only did I get a white and red dress (FYI Mum. Red and white? So not a susbstitute for pink, just so you know) it had, I don't even know wtf that is on that dress. Space ships? I fucking hope not. Fruit? Maybe. Yeah, possibly fruit. Better than space ships but it still doesn't have the same cachet as flowers does it? For the record, if it's not flowers on your dress, it bloody better be hearts.
In light of this, do I even need to address the doll* issue? She gets the HAIRBAND (PINK!), the PINK dress with the FLOWERS, and the doll with the PINK dress? Did you really hate me that much, MOTHER?
I take some solace in the fact that my brother did not remain unscathed. Buttoned up to the neck = so cool, sucka. Also, floral fitted shorts? Niiiice. But don't be fooled by that smile. He would have been crying on the inside and I can almost guarantee that right after this picture was taken he punched me to let off a little steam.
*I rolled that doll down a grass bank and her eyes fell out. It taught me a valuable lesson, and to this day, I have not rolled any live babies down grass banks.
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