Eldest is 12 today.
Let's call her Claudia on the blog from now on, shall we?
After all, she's practically a grown up, and refers to her younger siblings as the kids.
Twelve going on twenty...
So this is what I was doing in March 2002;
We've been perusing the photo albums (actual shiny photos, pre-digital, sorted chronologically and put in albums, just like in the olden days), which caused much hilarity.
Seldom Seen (I should call him Owen really, but Seldom Seen suits him so well) pointed at a photo of me in 2004 and said but you look so young, Mum. Then he poked me in the face and asked what happened?
Ten years and three kids, mate, that's what happened.
I don't have very clear memories of being 12, do you?
It was 1976, which was a famously hot summer here in the UK. I think I got my first bra, listened to Abba, wore brushed cotton flared jeans with a cropped tie-front cheesecloth shirt off the market, and longed to be a teenager. Or a grown up. Or someone other than me.
I reckon this dress might be from around the same time, it has a mid/late 1970s look to it.
1970s West German-made chiffon dress - vintage kilo sale
Boots - Ebay
Bangles, purple flower on the waistband, and feather headband - charity shopped
1930s-style marcasite necklace (I suppose it might actually be 1930s) - street market
Black flower on waistband - gift from Sarah
I have the uncanny knack of selecting my floatiest dresses to wear on the windiest of days.
We went out for a coffee en famille this afternoon, and the chiffon swirled and twirled around in the most glorious fashion.
The kids took some pics of me, vying for the top spot of Best Photographer.
Who captured the Essence of Me, I wonder?
I'm so classy.
And so grown up.
So happy birthday to Claudia; a fabulous big sister...
and the kind of bright and beautiful girl I longed to be all those years ago in 1976.