Today I am proud of this photo but for years it made me cringe. Just the day before I had burst into tears that I didn’t own a vest. Vests were à la mode in 1971 and I owned none. My aunt Françoise was visiting from France had a bonne idée. She would hand crochet an adorable vest. And so she did. From my 2025 wise eyeballs I see a masterpiece. My sister loved hers and my mom was quite proud as well. But from my 14 year old vantage point, it was not like the ones you could buy off the rack at Macy’s. And all I really wanted to do was crawl back into bed and wake up 16. Cause by 16 I would have it all figured out. The only thing that provide comfort was my long hair that could covered my face and hopefully the pangs of adolescence.
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