Oh yes, that is me! At my aunts wedding, early 70´s. Look at the gloves;))
The boy standing next to me is related to my swedish relatives whom I seldom meet.
Everyone who has seen this picture says I look exactly then same, except that I´m bigger. And have darker hair;)) I have met people who have attended the same kindergarten as me - and they recognise me!!!! "Are you the girl who used to wear a moustache?" - is the most common question. My dad worked at the theatre and had a huuuuuuge collection of moustaches, some of the broken and used ones he gave to us kids to play with, so I often wore lipstick and a moustache as I thought it was a very chic combination. I only later heard that it was a big problem for some grown-ups, they were worried that I would turn out wierd odd queer gay if my parents did not emmediately interfear with this upsetting behaviour. My goodness! Apparently according to some people, girls do not wear moustches. I´m happy my parents did NOT interfear.
Helsinki is a fairly small city, so it is possible to bump into old kindergarten-colleagues...