Laura needs a haircut (so does Emily)
Nasty ends are the price of all the lovely colors.
After her haircut, we went to the Peninsula Flea.
Linda likes to sell a few rugs for a nominal booth fee and overnight accommodations with good friends.
Found them, amidst a dozen booths.
I asked Laura to jump in, assuming she would stand behind.
Only skinny little girls can sit on the air between two people.
I love the children. He'll never be three again!
Neither will these two. This is a soap booth, and this particular bar is titled "Cereal Intervention".
I'm too old to follow that.
This fellow is too young to know everything that looks good isn't.
He's already shoved it in his mouth and got rid of it mighty fast.
Now he's checking to see if the texture may have changed from soap to cereal.
Back home, we're working on the problem I'm pondering.
Prom is next week, and Emily's crew is coming here for pictures, "because your garden looks so nice."
Oh, the faith. I already figured out how to get Emily home from school early enough one day next week for a prom hair cut.
Now I need to figure out how to make a garden a backdrop.
Well, the allisium will be in full bloom.
"Hi! Remember us? We're here to help!"
"I have no idea what you find so interesting out there!"
So, I'm thinking the prom crew can be on the sidewalk in front of the flower tower, and I photograph them from the real sidewalk, sitting in a chair to include what greenery I have in the front.
Pete Seeger is still doing well, but I haven't seen Rocky for the last week or so.
I think it's because I've had to leave the house at 7:15 these last many days, not 9 or 10 as usual.
Obviously we kept the same schedule.
I'll be back to it in a week or so.