"How Do I Open the Door?"

A lifetime ago (for me, anyway), my Dad was the proud owner of a '72 Cutlass. This is the car that he and my mom brought me home from the hospital in. It wasn't too long thereafter when it was discovered that cars with only two doors are not the most family-friendly vehicles, and the Cutlass gave way to the station wagon, the conversion van, and, finally, the green 15-passenger van (nicknamed, "The Giant Pickle") that were to come.

My uncle bought the Cutlass. It hasn't been seen much in the past few years, however. I suppose it's a little grumpy, it's not appreciating being in it's forties as much as it might. But he had it out this weekend to drive my cousins to their homecoming dance, and I asked for a few pictures with the car that brought me home from the hospital. I mean, how often do you get the opportunity for a photo shoot like that as an adult? And how often do your parents use a sports car from the 70s to take their infant home for the first time?

* The title of this post is what I asked when I was inside. I didn't want to break anything, ya'll!

p.s. I'm wearing a purple shirt, blue jeans, brown boots and am highly fashionable and therefore this is a fashion post and I'm linking up with Fall Fashion Week. (as everyone should). And because the leaves are red, yellow, and orange, I'm linking up with Katie!