It's every mother's right to embarrass her offspring.In my case, it was Christmas morning when, for years I would appear as something diabolically Christmassy to hand out gifts.
To every one in the street, that is out in the open air where I could be seen from space.
It became the custom to have a bbq breakfast on somebody's nature strip before we all drifted off to whatever hellhole Christmas dinner was being held that year.
This is actually one of my more non-elaborate outfits.
Don't you wish you'd had me as a mother?
19 comments:
Good heavens, what a great front cover for The Way of the Pear!
Prancer, Dancer, Donna and Coppy,
Blitzen, and Rudolph were snippy and stroppy.
Dumping the parcels on each Christmas table,
then Bombay Blue Sapphire back at the stable.
Was red nose day around back then?
Yes Andrew. and Red Faces was too
with Red Symons. RED is the colour of 14th Feb, and Coppys hair.
Wonderfully embarrassing. Just perfect.
Is it too late for you to adopt me?
I'd get that melanoma on your nose checked out if I were you.
G'day Hughsie, this is Austraya mate, we all have melanomas in the land of the blazing sun.
Actually I think you've channelled MY mother. She rocked up (no, I should say 'hopped') up to my year seven assembly dressed in a bunny outfit to promote a pantomime she was appearing in.
I had no prior notice that she was going to do this and still blush to think of it!
That said, I too enjoy tormenting the hell out of Sapphire. I'll speak too loudly about the low-rider pants worn by the high school kid in front of us; sing a silly ditty using her name in the lyrics and generally choose t-shirts with slogans that she finds offensive. After all, aren't we entitled to some parental jollies?
"Red noses for a *blue* lady ..."
Is that really you?? What a nice face you've got.
Did you dress up every year?
I love the idea of a BBQ breakfast for the street.(as long as everyone contributed to the food).
Now I shall find you easily enough down the Mordy Pier :P
Gorgeous, J, just superb ;)
Robbert, obviously The Way of the Pear is a large coffee table book.
M-Stacks, I didn't know about Bombay back then and champagne at 7 in the morning is great for tolerating screaming kids.
Andrew, the only red nose was Rudolph's
Bwca, not just red, but Titian red painted on a white canvas.
Elisabeth, at least my hair was out of sight. Me in full 'Sideshow Bob' mode was something to behold.
Oz, I'd love to adopt you but it's only a ploy to get me to embarrass noise and pencils. I see right through you.
Fleetwood, Christmas is the only time of the year when you can get away with your nose, when it isn't jammed in the double malt.
Bwca, that latest ad on the teev showing a melanoma multiplying is very creepy. I keep looking down expecting to see things moving under my skin.
Kath, Sapphire is definitely an old soul who has seen it all and therefore is the only one who could ignore you and love you at the same time.
AND SEDGWICK EMERGES!!!! About time you got to doing some commenting.
River, great mornings when hostilities ceased for a moment and it was bacon, eggs and sausages, Coffee and champagne and the sounds of shredding paper.
Jayne, I'll have you know I look a lot younger now, unfortunately not slimmer.
90% is an exaggeration, Rh but there's no point in arguing with you as I can hear the scrapping of your soapbox as you drag it to Poet's corner.
Okay so it's 89%, are you gonna quibble over one digit?
What a bloody pedant!
hey mummy hi.
Aha bloody hah! You are the QUEEN of being our age - this is a brilliant photo - freakin hell kiddies be scared okay
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