My little footlocker is packed full.
There is a ton of stuff in here.The doll in yellow sat on my bed as a little girl.
Strawberry Shortcake was probably one of my first sewing projects.
The Indian doll was played with often. Pocahontas, I believe. My second daughter is named Rebecca, and if you know anything about Pocahontas her American name, is Rebecca. My daughter, was not suppose to be named Rebecca but, when I saw her...She didn't look like the name, we picked out for her.So, I changed it. (Without my ex-husbands permission.) I probably, knew then, that marriage was over. I was just not ready, to admit it.My first daughter is named Jessica so I guess I had a thing for "cca."
The little sweater, bonnet , and afghan are crocheted.We brought my daughters home in those.
Now, under all this are the teenage years.My Parents always encouraged us to volunteer.When I was 15 or so, I joined an Explorer Post. This probably saved me from making really poor choices. I was really railed on as a teen, being 6' tall at the age of thirteen. Kids in my hometown are mean. Maybe, because people in my hometown have money. I really don't know. Do not pick on a country girl!!! She will get even!
Now, at age forty, I am comfortable with myself. I can quickly, tell them where to go and how to get there.All with a smile on my face!
Wanna see some old pictures!
1984~ Eww... checkout the Tube sox!
Do I continue with the seamstress thing or use my degree? Go back to school? Sigh...These decisions are exhausting.
I will probably end up doing both.Work outside my house and run my business.
I really do believe, we can do it all!
Have a Great Day!
4 comments:
Happy Sunday Sweetie...
Beautiful share this Sunday morning. I love opening our old footlockers and thinking back. Yours is filled with such joy. I too loved Strawberry Shortcake. I lived her through my daughter, Heidi. Isn't it funny how she has came full circle again.
Your Indian doll is beautiful. Many pretty memories in this trunk.
Follow your heart sweet friend. It will take you where you are meant to go. I can't wait to see your heart guide you.
Have a beautiful Sunday sweetie.
Country hugs, Sherry
Fourty is a great age to start the rest of your life. You aren't even half-way yet and may have to reinvent yourself several times yet. The past is proof enough of that.
How fun to see all of that, one day your children will enjoy looking through them.
What fun to travel down memory lane with you. I was picked on too - not quite 6 foot, but thin as you can be with flesh on.
I'm in the same boat, my kids are almost grown and what do I do now? The freedom to make the choices is intoxicating.
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