Sunday, December 6, 2009

So This is Christmas

Whenever people mutter on about dreaming of White Christmases, I don't pay much attention. I figure those songs were written and meant to be enjoyed by people in the Midwest, and North East. Certainly had nothing to do with my childhood Christmases out in the Mojave Desert. My memories of Christmas are most assuredly NOT white, not even hazy white, or greyish. They are brown and dusty. For some reason, that I could not pin down until today, there is a strange degree of shame that accompanies my memories of beige Christmases.

So in the spirit of Christmas...I offer you these gems from my childhood. A mirror to the past, if you will. This really explains a lot about me. If you are insightful....I am sure you can recognize the root of many personality flaws/quirks, trust issues, struggles with self esteem, and even maybe some of my issues with animals, right in these very pics.(Notice none of my brothers and sisters are dressed as live stock) I prefer to just bury all of those things and appreciate these photos for the 80's childhood hilarity that they are.










Merry Freaking Christmas.

11 comments:

L and L and R said...

It's ALL starting to make sense to me now...

Jennifer said...

Jill...there is only room for 1 Rudolph!!! Mom and Dad must have picked their favorite:) lol

Sparklebot said...

And, for multiple occasions too. Amazing.

Jillian said...

Yeah- Jennifer....there is only room for one Rudolph, so let's make the chubby kid clear the reindeers path! haha

Sparklebot- I think that this actually may be a series of shots from one single event. The red sleeved thing was my jacket, but the dress is the same throughout. Nevertheless.

Melissa said...

oh my gosh. These pictures are FABULOUS! I can't even express to you how much I love them. I think I'm going to dress me AND my baby like Rudolph this Christmas. She work it all out later in therapy.

Maursupial said...

I love how your mom (?) is making sure those antlers stay on your head.

Jillian said...

It's amazing what you can do with some construction paper, rubberbands and a vice like grip.

kmk said...

why are you camped out by the side of a dusty, barren road taking christmas photos?
and, are you happy or squealing in agony in the shots? seems like a progression of pain and out of body experience to get through the torment.
did you see yourself floating above your body?

Jillian said...

I believe that my house is just out of view along that long dusty path.

I think that we are actually out in the front yard waiting to catch the bus before school. I'm not positive, but I feel pretty confident in guessing that the bus ride was no fantastical voyage.

kmk said...

you were dressed in a paper hat BEFORE school? i thought kids come home in these, not go with these.
you be special kid :)

Jillian said...

Like I said....the details are fuzzy....and it's taken years of therapy to get it that way. Stop digging.