Let me guess...I couldn't hold it any longer, so I squatted behind the dead tree and wet my dress.
I'll probably never know, but to this day I will hold it forever before squatting behind bushes and for sure not in the dirt behind a dead tree.
I don't know what it is about parents taking pictures of their kids in their underwear, but I can promise you there will not be an updated version, or a repeat...and yes there were more in the 'Shoebox Album'.
I don't know who else would have suggested 'Saddle' oxfords except maybe Tony Lama. He custom made my Dad's boots because of the knot on the top of his foot. Lucky me, another inherited Pittman curse.
At least the Saddle Oxfords did not have to be laced tightly over the accursed knot.
The same problem happened with 'Dress Shoes'. The strap on my Mary Janes buckled right over the top of the knot.
It must have been okay when walking, but when standing still made me stand on the side of my foot. Just look at that leg...all bowed out. No wonder I've been prone to sprained ankles and my feet are a mess today. Guess I'll never get to wear sexy stilettos. There's something so not sexy about bunion bandaids and ace wrapped ankles.
A photo shoot usually followed the finishing of an outfit so she could send my grandmother a photo of her newest creation. This is what she wrote on the back of the first photo, "Here's our little lady Sue in the sun dress I made." Somehow, I doubt if she sent the second photo. First she had her finger in the way and secondly, she may have taught me the lady like way to stand, but sitting...not so lady like!
Yup...real lady like!
If I wasn't standing on the side of my feet, I was standing on my head!
No wonder my Dad called me 'Knot Head'