You may have noted the flashback pictures for the past couple of days - my parents mailed me a box, stuffed to the brim with old photographs. While many were of the Offspring in their younger years, a few of them were of me in my younger years. Egads. Those are fun pictures (except for the seventh grade picture, which is A Horror -- how glad I am that I did not realize at the time how Very Unattractive. Yikes.).
Below is a picture of some other early Christmas. Note my striped bathrobe. Note, too, the striped shirt on the Winnie-the-Pooh nearby. My grandmother -- magnificent seamstress that she was -- made the robe, the shirt, and Winnie-the-Pooh himself, for me.
I still have Pooh, stored away. I shall have to get him out and visit him.