dressed to the nines... just don't ring the bell

Supposedly I was a nudist as a child! Now granted I have seen photos, but whose to say those weren't staged? Okay here is the story that I've been told, take it with a grain of salt because I don't know if there is a way to prove any of this! So, my dear sweet precious mother would take the time each and every morning to dress her daughters. And by dress I mean full-on clothes, a simple onesie would not suffice. We needed to look cute because as she would put it "you never know who you will run into." The house we were living in at the time had a big wooden door which had a safety swinging glass door on the other side of that, so when open natural light would come in. Now here is where it gets interesting, my parents knew quite a few people that lived in the neighborhood and so people would occasionally drop in unannounced. Allegedly I would be all dressed up in my sunday's best, but as soon as that doorbell rang it was my cue to immediately strip down nude and run as fast as my little legs could carry me to the front door with my poor mom chasing behind. I felt the need to rip all my clothes off and greet whoever it was at the door in my birthday suit. Alright, I know that my parents would never fabricate such a story to me, so I am going to have to admit defeat and just agree to the notion that I was a nudist as a toddler. What can I say, I was just trying to be one with nature!

Me in my sporting wear on a lazy day just playing with my sister in our old backyard. Oh just in case you are some stranger reading my blog I am the one who looks like she has on a wig... I just had big hair for a baby!