Tuesday

The Red Romper

Moora, the West Australian town where my parents used to live, hit national headlines when two floods engulfed it in 1999. Mum and dad lost almost everything, including most of our family photos. They sent me the surviving few last year and this week I've been bringing them back to life, touching up water damage and faded colours.

This is me at six months in November 1973, wearing mum's favourite colour. There's something therapeutic about literally restoring your own personal image.

7 comments:

Susan S. said...

What a wonderful picture, Kathleen! I can tell it's you by looking at your eyes.

It's interesting that you mention how therapeutic it is to restore an old photo of yourself. I'm glad at least some survived the terrible flooding.

Kerriann said...

Somehow I just can't believe that's you. But at the same time I know it is you. *goes away with a headache*

Anonymous said...

what a cutey!! i am glad it survived.
Kerry

Nerida Gill said...

Cute. Is restoring an old photo the same is a makeover?

Kathleen Fisher said...

Yeah, it is kind of like a make-over. You fix all the damage and problems, and make the colours glow again. Usually, the new version looks better than the original ever did! The psychological process of restoring a photo of myself was definitely like a make-over ... it has made me see myself differently.

Kirralee said...

little cuddly kathleen! bet parents were happy with your workd :) xx

Anonymous said...

I'd like my baby back for a couple of days, all I need is a Tardis.Mum