Now it’s time for the real golden age of California. The 80s. Here is a Joan Didion quote about how we conceptualize places (as I have conceptualized California):
“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.”
– Joan Didion
So onto the golden 80s.
Here is a picture of my sister and my cousin in my grandmother’s house. That wallpaper is horrifying/awesome.
My mother at a friend’s house. The carpet, the lamp, the chairs. All amazing.
That’s me on the left. I’m totally jealous of my sister’s awesome t-shirt.
My parents gutted their kitchen in the 80s. This was the height of kitchen glamour. Some of it still works – I’d totally have those pendants in my house.
I would totally wear my brother’s “Hot” ensemble in this picture.
I love these old stacked stone walls, this one is on my great grandparents property in Upstate New York.
Hanging out with my dad in our front yard, looking for insects.
That’s me listening to the radio.
Californians love family portraits and often rely on props to tell the proper story.
Baby in a bucket.
My first birthday party. Californians love a good excuse to throw a huge party.
Classic my mother (that’s me in the backpack).
I’d like to go back in time so I could kidnap myself and dress me just like this.
In California, we bike everywhere.
My mother made all these costumes. Californians know that you really love your children you can never give them anything that’s store-bought or prefabricated.
My brother holding me. Then my head fell off.
Baby in a backpack. Enough said.
I love my mother’s dress here. She made it herself.
Californians in the 80s liked to grow their own vegetables. Just ask Alice Waters. We also had chickens. My parents hated them.
First day of school. Love those clothes!
I imagine that my mom made this shirt (she made a lot of our clothes) and I want another one.
This is when we moved into the wilderness, Yosemite National Park.
Total 80s wedding. Glamour.
My parents toasting their new house. In a denim skirt and vintage Patagonia.
Shoveling the first snow (this got old real quick).
My parents, always outdoors, cross-country skiing.
My siblings in our Yosemite backyard.
Dressed for an Easter wedding. Again, I’d totally wear this now.
Ok, so that’s 80s California according to my family.