tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189165.post5245889715317092811..comments2024-03-28T19:59:32.409-07:00Comments on Eat The Blog: Then, and NowGoodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383404429461423998noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189165.post-25822614062757823602014-12-19T22:54:54.970-08:002014-12-19T22:54:54.970-08:00No mother should attempt to cut their kids hair un...No mother should attempt to cut their kids hair unless they are a hairdresser! I had some disastrous fringes when small and even did some slightly on the piss ones on my boys. Max reckoned he used to tilt his head for months to make his hair look straight!! Love Danny's decorations. Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09315638690434873691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189165.post-74081489048568020712014-12-19T17:01:12.667-08:002014-12-19T17:01:12.667-08:00The first thought that came to my head was when I ...The first thought that came to my head was when I was about 8 or 9 and we had a gift exchange at school. My mom had me wrap the present in used wrapping paper and I told her I didn't want her to do this but she told me no one would notice. So, I get to school and of course all the kids got on to me for wrapping a present in "used" wrapping paper lol. For the most part, we didn't get many presents for Christmas like they do today. In England, when I was a kid we wouldn't use red thick stockings like they use now, we used old pantyhose and them filled with fruit and a couple of chocolates but these were fond times! This is also so great that you show the past and the present photographs. How funny of a story about your sister's bangs because I can totally see this being a mom thing!Joannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16439393534029787165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189165.post-28356087711855798672014-12-19T15:11:07.896-08:002014-12-19T15:11:07.896-08:00Ahh, happy memories. Didn't every kid with a s...Ahh, happy memories. Didn't every kid with a scissor-happy mother end up with a fringe like your sister's? I know I did...<br />I can't think of any particularly odd Christmas presents from my parents. I do have a vague recollection of always feeling slightly (ungratefully) disappointed. I think I may have asked for a dog one year, and got a china figurine of one instead, but that was fair enough, I'd have been fed up with a real one the first time it needed a walk when it was raining. <br />Btw, I am horribly behind, so I just need to say that you and Danny looked fabulous on your trip to the ballet! xxxCurtisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10362184504889147455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189165.post-51580581940154762282014-12-19T13:47:34.954-08:002014-12-19T13:47:34.954-08:00My friend got given a frozen chicken (in soggy wra...My friend got given a frozen chicken (in soggy wrapping paper) from her Aunty Cath when she was about nine. When quizzed as to why she thought it was an appropriate present, she replied "Well it's so difficult to know what to get them at that age!"Asparagus Peahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12144544248029447571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189165.post-36423238855885430752014-12-19T01:50:09.705-08:002014-12-19T01:50:09.705-08:00Happy Hannukah! How lovely to have a piece of fami...Happy Hannukah! How lovely to have a piece of family history to bring out each year.<br /><br />I don't remember ever getting anything strange for Christmas. Well, one year I got a torch, but my mum was a single parent and my little brother too young to understand she bought the presents, so I asked for the only cheap thing I could think of! I didn't actually want a torch...Mimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01578612522819952936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189165.post-53544417117589616392014-12-18T10:05:29.861-08:002014-12-18T10:05:29.861-08:00My parents never gave me anything strange, but my ...My parents never gave me anything strange, but my father's mother had a knack for things that were just a little...off. When I was about eleven, I was handed a Grandma package and joked, "It's probably a plaid shirt trimmed with lace." Which is exactly what it was. Sadly, that was the one and only psychic experience I ever had, as evidenced by my romantic and employment histories. Merry Christmas anyway.Propagatrixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07450679576020462553noreply@blogger.com