The only reminders here of summer are a couple neglected hermit crabs, some unused ice cream store coupons stuck on the fridge, and a pile of dirty flip flops in the corner of my kitchen.
Labor Day, the classic last hurrah of summer, is history.
We may not be able to wear white pants or white shoes any more; but, apparently, we can still wear swimsuits with silver butterfly sandals to the grocery store.
If I looked this cute in my swimsuit, I think I’d wear it alone year round as well.
Maybe not to the grocery store, but I’d definitely be twirling around the living room.
ha ha, she’s still pulling the bathing suit to stores trick? you are so fun!
I say throw caution to the wind and join her!! Personally I’d love to see mother-daughter bathing suit dancing pictures. It might give your blog a few added readers, too! Not that you need them.
Maybe you could do a fundraiser for Sparrow Fund. “See Mama in Her Suit” if donations reach $___.
Just trying to be helpful. You’re welcome.
Oh! My! Stars!
How do you get anything done because I’d be stealing hugs and squeezes.
-r