Then my son phoned wanting to come over. There were a few things he had promised to help me with and he also wanted a haircut. We decided that after that we'd go out for an ice cream and take it to the beach. Did I change my clothes for this outing? Of course not. This is appropriate beachwear is it not? I dropped an avocado on myself this morning anyhow so the dress no longer qualified as clean. That made it quite suitable for sitting on a sandy log at the beach and probably spilling ice cream on myself. I took off the granny sweater and shawl and chose different shoes and coat. I added another skirt layer underneath along with purple stri-ped knee socks.
I am going to risk his displeasure by including this photo, but he was talking and laughing as he told me a story which makes this a photo I love and one he would probably hate. Here he is, my most favourite redhead in the world.
It's not the prettiest beach we have here but we knew it would not be populated like the nicer ones so we chose this one as a place to go and sit. We watched the sea birds, soaked up the sun and chatted happily. I love this young man so fiercely. Where did my little baby go? Where is my little boy who would climb into my lap for snuggles? He is there. He is still there, though he does not fit well into my lap anymore. We belong to each other and we always will.
The Return of Mushroom Head
I do not like this bright lipstick. I thought I could like it; I wanted to like it, but I don't feel right in it. This outfit, now that I do fee right in. The rose coloured top was once beige and I dyed it. All but the pants were thrifted, though the pants come from a phenomenal sale where I bought four pairs in different colours. You have seen the teal and the red already. These shoes are the same as in the beach pictures; they are fantastic shoes recently found at the thrift shop for $10
I ended my weekend with a bit of dumpster diving. I used to live in an apartment building where all sorts of delightful treasures were tossed out in the bins or sometimes left in the lobby with a 'Help Yourself' sign. I have no qualms at all about jumping up into a bin to retrieve something that looks good, and have done so. This time I didn't actually have to get into the bin. Someone had placed an enormous spider plant in a five gallon nursery pot beside the bin. Obviously it needed a good home. I picked it up and found it trailed babies for a good four feet. I carted it up the long drive and up the three flights of stairs to my apartment. Sophie was thrilled to see it as she loves to eat spider plants. I took it out to my balcony and made a big mess of soil as I dumped it out of the pot and hacked up the root ball to make the plant more manageable. I divided it into three plants, two smaller ones and then this larger section which I have put into the shower. With the shower doors closed it is safe from Sophie's nibbling.