The Blue Angels

Although these days I moonlight as winged creatures of various sorts only on these pages, there was a favourite dress from my childhood that I always thought of as my ‘angel’ dress. When I lifted my arms, the short sleeves would fall like little wings. I loved it.

Pale Alice blue with white piping, I thought I was so special whenever I wore it, which was often as possible.

Here I am with my sisters and my niece, all of us together frocked in blue … a veritable flock of angels! Navy, stripes, denim, and sprigs of flowers – they’re all there in their 70s glory.

What is even funnier in an earlier photo in this series, is that I was clothed quite differently (although still in blue). I must have foreseen the photo op, and gone quickly to change into my favourite dress.

Here I am wearing a favourite, and faded, Abba t-shirt, and a cotton skirt trimmed with a flounce. I remember the pale blue, white and grey floral print so well. I am even wearing blue bobbles in my hair.

I love this candid photo, from my sister Lily giving Blossom rabbit ears; my own observation of this same event as I swing from a pole; the blue VW in the driveway; the totem tennis pole in the foreground; even my sister Star just visible through the flyscreen watching through my bedroom window.