My Childhood, Redux.

I try to relive my childhood through my own kids. Especially my daughter.

Figure skating? I REALLY encouraged it because I was a Dorothy Hamill wanna be who never got to take lessons. She quit before mastering the dreaded axel jump (where most kids drop out, according to her coach.)

Dress wool coat with velvet collar, cuffs and the matching muff? She hated it. I secretly wished they made it in my size. (I still peruse this catalog wistfully.)

Baby doll bed with ruffled canopy? The cat loved it. Baby doll ended up stuffed in a drawer.

My son has escaped most of my youthful musings, but he did get a '92 Cadillac Eldorado to drive when he turned 16.

Because I never did.