Guess who this is (circa … ahem… I don’t wish to say. Suffice it to say that I am turning 39 this year August. Yes, I will really be 39 for the first time. But I may stop there for a few years. My mother, may I say, is quite peeved this year as now technically she can no longer say she is 39… heh heh).
Yup. Me in full Grik drag. And let me tell you… I HATED this costume. That would be the costume that my puir wee beleaguered grandmother in Greece probably stayed up many, many nights sewing for me. Now that I’m a crafter, I can appreciate the effort. Back then, I completely despised having to wear this bloody thing (including, by the way, the organ grinder monkey cap which weighed at least 3 pounds… no word of a lie) in June every year at the $&#(@$*&(#*$@#& Folklore festival… AND dance in it.
I would have traded it in a heartbeat for a Brownie or Girl Guide uniform. Alas, when you were Grik-Canajan in Kingston in the 1970s 1980s well I can’t really get away with being 10 and under in the 1980s anymore, can I? 1970s, you were not allowed to go to Brownies or Girl Guides. There was some law about it, I think. Or rather, we had to spend what seemed like every *($*)#@($*)@#($ night at GREEK SCHOOL.
But now that I see the costume again, 30 ahem, many years later… it actually looks kinda cute.
The fake-o wood panelling behind me… now, that’s another story. I guess I managed to give away my age just through that image alone!!!