So I gave in and looked through my box of childhood and teenage photos this morning.
I was happy to find this Polaroid shot of the new Princess Diana, taken BY ME, a tender teenager, when Diana visited Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, shortly into her marriage. How did I get so close to her? I must have been very pushy.
Princess Diana was a rock star in my eyes—I’d got up early to watch her wedding; even owned one of these black-sheep sweaters:
I still have it; am saving it for my daughters, unless it’s frightfully uncool by then.
I also loved this honeymoon photo (below) and when a loden green wool trouser suit with a similar blouson jacket found its way into a local boutique, I made sure to buy it, even though I was all of 17 and probably too young for the look.
Must go now and swat the memories down with my broom! I’d rather look forward today . . .