After coming down from a serious Perler bead bender and scrolling through some old family photographs, I decided to do a little more amateur manipulation. I've moved past my baby pictures--Nobody is safe.
I've always loved Aunt Bev's hair in this picture--the shape and tint is something you don't see in present day outside of Baltimore. It's straight out of a Jimmy Carter-era Miss Clairol ad.
Aunt Bev with her brother-in-law, George (AKA Pops, my grandpa).
"The Beverly"
I had a little face doodle that was just begging for a fancy, sassy 'do. It is no way a facial representation of Aunt Bev, God rest her soul.
That's the Stuff!
Now, what can I do with those tuxes....
Grandma Dorrie, in her cocoa-hued finest. She held onto the tuxedo long after selling the bar. It was tailored!