Easter Sunday, 1976. Me, at about four years old. All dolled up to go to church.
I am so excited, can't you tell.
I remember that purse and bonnet set.
And my getup is something my mother probably whipped up the day before.
I remember the day I lost that purse....a very, very sad day.
Me, my brother Robin and Bunny....the 'bestest' plush bunny ever.
Keeper of all secrets, hopes, dreams and cooties.
This was my first home....the place where I was born and raised....a three bedroom apartment on the 3rd floor of a Pre-War building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Sounds exciting right?, well, maybe not, but in many ways it was. It must have been an exciting time for my mother too. She left the old country, settles in NYC and goes crazy painting the walls mint green and neon pink....and to compliment the walls, she gets a huge couch in the most blinding color imaginable....Fire Truck Red. Then she crochets a large doily, stitches it to the couch, only to cover the entire thing in plastic.
WOW! you gotta LOVE the 70's.
And please do notice the red and white vinyl floors....THAT I am sure was my father's idea.
But really, isn't this place simply delicious. I would love to have a studio space like this.... My mother actually had the right idea...choosing colors that would appeal to us and setting up the home for us to play, mess up and go crazy in.
But Mami, about that doily on the couch.....um...we need to talk.