Here I am, aged around 4 (so 1980 or thereabouts), wearing my traditional Welsh costume and avoiding looking at the camera. Some things don't change. Look at the shelf groaning with booze behind me. [That hasn't changed either].I was reminded of this picture by seeing photos on Facebook of my friend's little girl and her class, all dressed up back home and looking super cute. It was always fun, but a less practical outfit for primary school is hard to think of - those shawls impede your arms rather. The boys would generally just come in with a leek attached to them somewhere, which someone would then invariably attempt to eat raw and then breathe all over you. Happy days...
Of course, had I not escaped Wales for London, I'd now look like this:
'Salem' by Sydney Curnow Vosper It's true. Just look at Sian and Lucy ;-)
Can you see Satan's face? If you spot it straight away you're supposed to have the Devil in you. A print of this painting was given away with Sunlight soap, and it hung in my neighbour's house when I was a child. I was always fascinated by it, although it's very dour, even without demonic influence.
Have a lovely weekend!
Lakota x
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