Anyone who knows ME, knows I love being creative. They may also know that I love photography. Hmmm, maybe just a little.

Before digital camera: 36 photo albums containing every single picture I took (yes, even the blurry, dark, unrecognizable ones) after my daughter, Sheli, was born in 1980.

After digital camera: exactly 78,801 photos (to date), after purchasing my first digital camera when my son, Kyle, was in 8th grade. Probably 78,000 of these taken since my granddaughter, Harlow, was born in 2009! Kidding!

This is where the worlds collide! I always made clothes for my daughter, every special occasion (or just because), she had a new outfit. I enjoyed creating something one-of-a-kind for her. Of course I took photographs! I also make something special for my granddaughter for ANY occasion, and then some! And… um, yeah, I take probably 3 times the amount of pictures.

Something that anyone who knows me may or may not know, I save EVERYTHING!

I started this project THE DAY Harlow was born although I didn’t really know it at the time. I crocheted a baby afghan for my daughter while I was pregnant. Broomstick (literally, I used a broomstick) lace, white with little bits of pink, luckily, I had a girl! I crocheted another blanket for my grandchild, I gave more thought to the colour this time since we didn’t know the gender. I was very lucky to have been at her birth; having to fly from California to Pennsylvania, the minute my daughter told me she was in labor. The day Harlow was born I took photos of her wraped in each blanket.

Since then, my daughter and I have had so much fun dressing Harlow in her mommy’s old clothes, and of course taking pictures! So began the photo project ‘Just Like Me’!

On Christmas Eve, Harlow wears something of her mommy’s; on Christmas Day, she wears the new dress I made for HER! I find a picture of mommy with a toy that has now become Harlow’s, I photograph it. I find Harlow doing something similar to mommy, and at the same age, I photograph it. And so on…

As Harlow has grown, we share stories with her about when mommy was her age. Many times, the things we find bring back memories for her mommy, but that is a whole OTHER story…