Another Polaroid Tuesday brought to you by the eighties.  Why are all of these Polaroids taken at my grandma’s house?  The only thing I can come up with is I remember my aunt had a Polaroid camera, so perhaps she gave the photos to my mom?  This one portrays my approximately six year old (?) self, my sister and her then boyfriend (future husband) sitting on the “davenport”.  The blondie is my cousin and partner-in-crime.

My grandma quilted and always sat on one end of the davenport.   On her end you could always find an assortment of pins and needles stuck into the arm, where she sat next to the lamp and worked on cutting and piecing her quilts.

It looks like one of us scored some Strawberry Shortcake swag for Christmas.  I always wanted whatever it was my cousin received.  I recall one year we both received purses and I, of course, wanted the one that she got.  Once we both got knee high socks and I coveted her purple and white striped ones, which I eventually came to own in the form of hand-me-downs.

I could always count on several things when my cousin came to visit.  It would be lots of fun, I would get into all sorts of trouble and do things I wouldn’t normally do, and I would be sad to see her leave but also relieved that I could stop getting into trouble and go back to my goody-two-shoes ways. I’m going to visit her in a couple of weeks.  I wonder if we’ve outgrown our trouble-making now that we are grown ups with families of our own…