Once upon a time, in 1986 to be exact, we got my mother dressed up in a white tee-shirt, and Ray-Bans, and a leather jacket that my sister had appropriated from an old boyfriend. And we punked up her hair and gave her some big dangly earrings, and took her picture on the front porch of her house.
She was awfully game about the whole thing, even while there were neighbors driving by.
Today would have been her 77th birthday. I miss her.