“Sister. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she’s the reason you wish you were an only child.”
― Barbara Alpert
Happy birthday to my sister! She’s been with me through thick and thin, despite the fact I never manage to answer my phone when she calls during crucial moments in her life and still act like I’ll get sister germs if I hug her (what am I, 10?).
And hopefully she won’t be too mad about my sharing a photo of her naked in a bucket with the world when it’s not even her 21st birthday. But it’s such a cute pic.
I’m taking her out for her birthday on Sunday night. I had promised a night in one of those fancy lounge chair cinemas, but the movies showing there appear to be crap. So it might just have to be pinot grigio and stuffed naan at a neighbourhood small bar.\
To celebrate her birthday last year I created this groovy gallery of matching outfits my mum dressed us in when we were kids. I think it must have been a ’70s thing, it doesn’t really seem to fly these days. Although my kids seem cool about having matching Doctor Who T-shirts. But it was a bummer for my sister. Being the youngest, she got to wear the same dress in different sizes season after season …