Self Portrait Tuesday On A Friday

Thanks to Joy for inspiring me to get in on the act and for posting her own gorgeous photos. Here's a bit of my own personal history that I sneaked from mum's albums (and I've added some of my sister and I to this recent post).


One of my favourite photos. This is a typical summer early evening dinner with family friends in our backyard in the house I grew up in till I was 8. There's vodka and plenty of food, necessary ingredients for a Russian get-together.
From left to right, grandma Sara, ex-family friends who's daughter I grew up with, my sister and I.


I used to stay at my grandma's house some weekends and sometimes I loved it, sometimes I hated it. One Saturday night after being dropped off it was a case of the latter and I was screaming and demanding my parents come and pick me up. Dad had to leave the dinner they were at (and they rarely went out) and pick me up. As soon as he opened the door I ran out, running all the way to the car, tripping over the long concrete walkway in her building and hurting my chin. This photo was taken the next day, and I was miserable.


Striking a pose with Barbie. That's my beloved Nancy who I just found out my sister named after Sid and Nancy. But I can't even think about her without getting emotional, I loved her so much.