Still in my little-girl locket.
posted by Sheila Ryan in celebrity, childhood, jewelry, memory, photographs | * | 7 comments
About damn time. I thought it was gone, and now it’s back.
That’s what I thought, too. For some, oh, decades.
It’s a little like a picture of Lillie.
To whom I’m related, you know. No. Not really. Prolly not. Just a fambly story. The Jersey Lily.
Don’t you love how Daltry is all mooning over Lily and suddenly the Ox hoists up that horn, having slung down his bass?
I dreamt of growing up to be Keith Moon, which I know is sad, but in which direction I’m not sure.
And when I was a kidlet, other kids said I looked like Pete Townshend. True story. Not like Lillie Langtry.