After yesterday's Easter post, my mother decided to submit this as an entry from a Guest Editor.
Above is the "I Married Little Richard" photo mentioned yesterday.
Of course, seeing the photo again I realize my stepdad's perm is the least of the offending elements.
I don't have it in me today to dismantle the fashion here...overall, I'm mostly overwhelmed at the color story.
We. All. (Sort-of) Match.
Our impromptu family portrait looks like it was art directed by the Chairwoman of an All-American 1976 Bicentennial committee...who happened to be abusing Quaaludes, hash brownies, and white wine spritzers at time she selected these outfits.*
In addition to the Little Richard comment, my mother also said this about the picture:
"No wonder the Welcome Wagon people never came when we moved in - we only got Jehovah's Witnesses."
To which I replied:
"Maybe the J-Ws were looking to get cheap perms. You were clearly the neighborhood source for that."
*And, no, this fictional Chairwoman was not my mother...not that I know of, anyway.