My mother was very into fashion design and sewing. Her parents had both worked in the garment trade and she was a graduate of New York City’s FIT (a college for clothing design). There are several pictures in my family’s albums of me at the sewing machine, but this is the earliest of those. I was so small I could not even sit in the chair. But I do appear to be actually sewing, just like I saw my mother do. The bizarre boy-cut hair I have was done to me by (an adult) neighbor, much to my mother’s displeasure, who wrote to her mother that the best thing about it was that my hair would grow and make it go away. Photo was probably taken by my mother on an Argus 75 box camera. Scan was made from a negative. View full size.