Uploaded onto my computer and laptop, and copied to external hard drives, the photos are memorialized and I hope quite safe. No more moisture problems or three stuck photos, one at least which will be destroyed no matter how gently you peel them apart. Pictures are just like songs - memories that come rushing back. That "and what I wore was" thing remembered.
I stopped when I saw this picture. All in black except for the yellow sling on the black flats and then the bracelet. Patricia Von Musulim creates sculptures and somehow they are bracelets. It's missing in the way one or two socks go missing in the laundry; I've looked everywhere and wishing hasn't brought it back. Here's a link to her wonderful things ...
Maybe another cup of chocolate fudge ice cream at Baskin Robbins will jar my memory. I know I took it off that night.
"and what I wore was black"