tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post8765342561154452267..comments2023-05-24T23:33:57.516+10:00Comments on My Unwelcome Stranger: Dancing with rosellasDenis Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-2583552830634293202013-03-04T10:20:49.548+11:002013-03-04T10:20:49.548+11:00We also had this tradition of fancy dress dances a...We also had this tradition of fancy dress dances as children in New Zealand in the mid-fifties. My mother somehow acquired a red cap and hood which enabled me to go as Red Riding Hood at least once. Then she cleverly made a jockey's outfit out of cheap satin, complete with a cap, a number on the back and a crop (dowel with a bit of leather stuck on the end). I think I won a prize for that one.M-Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18409916623998907121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-35344951546230031252013-03-03T10:28:08.043+11:002013-03-03T10:28:08.043+11:00That photo! How adorable:) Thanks for the memories...That photo! How adorable:) Thanks for the memories, too,and the tribute to mothers, making up costumes among all their their chores. (Thinks) where did I see, recently, that Arnott's tin with the rosellas..<br /><br />Yes, I read labels at the breakfast table, too. I think that, along with mum reading Little Golden Books, was why I could read by the time I went to school (she boasts). Do you remember any of your pre school story books?<br /><br />Julie MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-36622198093456365952013-03-02T23:00:11.280+11:002013-03-02T23:00:11.280+11:00Beautiful, evocative, nostalgic, and very Australi...Beautiful, evocative, nostalgic, and very Australian post, Denis. Couldn't be written about anywhere else. And for that, I love it. Thank you. xxRoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13339472107640597921noreply@blogger.com