Sorry if I seemed a bit callous in my last post. But honestly, I think if I took the burden of worrying about Catherine onto myself I'd disentigrate into a puddle of muck on the ground. It's too much for me. I don't know how other parents handle it. Stoopid world. Anyhow... I decided to upload some old photos onto Facebook... so why not here as well. Here are my dancing exploits as a youth. I won't point myself out... but I'll just say things have changed alot in the world of Irish Dancing over the last 30 years. The photo of the hair rollers is in a Christchurch hotel in the 90s. Every competition and performance we would sleep all night in them. And I have fond memories of a whole hoard of us kids having dinner in a restaurant... all in hair rollers! The memorial is also in Christchurch. I don't know how that particular monument fared under the earthquake... be nice to think it was ok, but who knows...
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I had to laugh outloud when I saw the pink, sponge rollers! I could never get them to work in my fine, straight hair. I had to suffer brush rollers and even then, curls didn't last more than a few minutes.
oh :) Well now the girls all wear curly wigs to competitions so there's always that option lol.
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