Above: Read today's post for thoughts about the above photo of me and Dick. Click on the photo to see an enlargement.
Everyone seems to be posting “Throwback Thursday” stuff on Facebook all the time. I don’t know how that got started or how it really works (if it's linked to some trigger). But I do know that I was clearing the studio out this past week in order to reorganize my work flow and I found this photo.
Our friend found it while he was cleaning. He brought it over for us to see. None of us can remember which event this was taken at, but it’s probably late 80s, early 90s.
If I had clips in my hair I’d know exactly when this was, because the types of clips I've been able to purchase have changed over time. That’s the mystery. I never go out without putting clips in my hair—you never know when you’ll be chased by spies, or have to hot wire a car—you don’t want your hair in the way as you bend over. I wear my hair down at most funerals, but we look too happy here for this to be a funeral.
Also, Dick is wearing a shirt that he got before he met me. This isn’t a great indicator of time, since both of us tend to wear our clothing until it’s threadbare (or in my case paint splattered). But I was successful at getting my way with the colors I wanted him to wear (to bring out those ice blue eyes) and this is definitely in the overlap period.
That would make it the late 80s.
And to confirm that we can return to the no-hair clips. Since it isn’t a funeral it probably is some event that Dick told me about at the last moment, or “faked-me-out” about the time we needed to be there. I probably just got back from a run and had time to shower and dry my hair when he told me the real time.
Dick doesn’t do this to make my life difficult. He just lives on a different time line from the one I inhabit. He believes in 1960 traffic patterns and lack of congestion and doesn’t figure in the 10,000 variables I take into account when working backwards from needed arrival time to recommended departure time.
For a good portion of our relationship (what I like to call the “middle years”) we would actually drive separately to events because I hate being late (it’s so rude!) and no one expects Dick to be on time (everyone likes LB). Driving separately ensured that I would arrive in a frame of mind that still allowed me to pose for happy photos like this one.
We can’t date it by the weddings we attended because we aren’t dressed up enough for it to be a friend’s wedding.
So let’s go back to the issue of no hair clips, it must be the late 80s, because I stopped running at the end of 1988, after slipping on an icy step (while walking), and tearing all the ligaments in my ankle.
We can’t look to the vest for any indication of time frame, because whether vests are in fashion or not I love two things—vests and neckties. And I wear them all the time. (In fact I started a “Necktie Friday” at the last company I worked for, just so I would have a chance to show off some of the truly fine neckties I’ve collected over the years. Needless to say, despite the really cool posters I created to get the word out, it wasn’t much more popular than “Hats on Hump Day.”)
Given all the above factors, I would say it’s probably 1987 or 1988. I would also say that because I have that carefree look that doesn’t say “I could be home with my dog.” After fall 1989, when Emma came into our lives I have always got a rather wistful and distracted look in photographs.
At any rate, it was quite a shock when Chris brought the photo over so I could scan it. It seems a million years ago. It seems like yesterday. I guess the vest is vintage now! As is everything else.