When we were little my Dad used to follow us everywhere with a Super 8 movie camera. After the stage where we would show off for the camera, and as a few years pass, you can see that we are quite keen for the camera to go away. My Mum especially, hated it. And knowing now myself, how much I too loath to be photographed, I well and truly get Mum's movie sign language. Of course my Dad took no notice of us, and kept on filming. We used to have home movie nights, during which invariably, the reel would get stuck in the projector and burn. Eventually the films languished somewhere in a box as the world became digital. However, over the last few years, Dad has been bringing our old home movies up to speed. He has been putting them all on to DVD, and only now am I grateful that he didn't listen when we waved the camera away. His "Geriatric Productions", as he calls them, are truly precious. Not to mention hilarious - from first steps to first boyfriends. Everything for posterity. It makes me want to capture so much more of what my girls are up to.
Anyway, today he emailed me this little still shot. My friends and I are having tea. He thinks it shows off some early styling ability. I certainly always was a busy body. Some things, apparently, never change!
Amanda xx
(image Geriatric Productions)






























