Guys. Guys. I've been feeling some feelings lately. I have not been blogging regularly. I'm sorry. I will think of something nice to say this week. In the meantime, here are some pictures of things.
Joan of Arc was tattooed on my arm. It has given me +10 toughness, as you can see.
Then my hair was dyed red, as you can see. This exact picture (obviously not taken at my salon) is my dad and I* at a wine bar in P-town where my aunt Jean was singing with her band, 21June. They're recording an album! Swank.
Well, would you look at that! Here's the band!
This is my mama (on the right) and our neighbor Karen, enjoying the music, wine, and fun conversation. A lot of our family attended--we couldn't even get everyone into a single picture because we tend to spread out like...moss, or a very endearing rash.
Back at home: Daniel models a hat I made. In this shot, he is demonstrating how a lumberjack cuts down a tree.
I did go here last week, and it was the best thing ever. Plus, I got to spend this weekend with my cousins, which is always a great time. Now I'm going to take a late-afternoon Sunday Nap. Maybe I'll wake up and feel inspired in some direction. Or I'll make dinner, do some dishes, and putz around on Pinterest in my pjs. Who knows? The future is one big mystery.**
*I just noticed that my papa and I have the same left-cheek dimple. Adorable.
**oh Fate, you saucy wench.