Rebecca wanted a poodle skirt for the the annual sock hop. Despite two years of home economics in junior high I'm not much of a seamstress. Gratefully this was very easy and basically consisted of cutting a hole in some felt. Rebecca insisted she wanted black and white and I thought it came out very nicely.
Learning to dance 50's style.
This kid here was too cool for words.
This is Rebecca being forced to dance with a boy.
He's to the left-- didn't catch him because they are too far apart to be in the same frame. The instructor (in the pink) kept yelling, "Closer! Closer!" None of the girls were having it.
He's to the left-- didn't catch him because they are too far apart to be in the same frame. The instructor (in the pink) kept yelling, "Closer! Closer!" None of the girls were having it.
I went to get pictures of the event but ended up taking quite a few pictures of Will, who was feeling a bit abandoned in his stroller.
Does she see me?
I think she sees me!
It's Mom!
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