I stopped a young lady, she looked to be ten or so, while I was shopping today and asked if I could take a picture of her adorable shoes. Her dad gave the okay, and I captured this cute photo.
She’d decorated them herself using a combination of Sharpies perfect and rubbing alcohol, and was purchasing supplies to make another pair. I call this one, “Affordable Wearable Art!”
If you’re interested, I found this technique on Pinterest. Looks like a fun summer project!
There’s a great bit of drama in the backstory of this photo, but rather go into all that I’ll just call this one, “There’s No Way in Hell I’m Giving Up this Bed to My Sister.”
I might have over indulged tonight.
And then there’s this:
I took this photo in front of a Walgreens or CVS–one of our many drugstores in Tallahassee. I call it, “Holy Magnolia!”
“Feeling Blue”
Yes, there are a lot of lemon juice drenched idiots out there.
From the delicious mind of Shehanne Moore! Enjoy. Oh, and the hamsters are darned cute.
Splendor CHAPTER ONE
London 1810
There was nothing wrong with pistols at seven paces at dawn. Except dawn was at eight o’clock tomorrow, and Splendor had a dressmaker’s appointment then. Three thimbles and the scissors had smacked into the back of the Chinese dressing screen 
the last time she’d wandered in ten minutes late. Madame Renare had said these were meant for her assistant, that paying customers, even those who were behind with their bills, were sacrosanct. Splendor knew she lied, that Lady Haskins, who always had the next appointment, would depart wearing Splendor’s guts for garters if she were late again. And if she didn’t bring the money to pay her the bill.
Despite the pulse beating in her throat and her desire for the black-and-white checkered floor she stood upon to open up and swallow her, she’d promised Gabe there was nothing to this. She wouldn’t do anything…
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I might add: Stay.
My gardening skills are limited, at best, but on Saturday morning I attended a workshop at a local nursery and bought three plants that are supportive of monarch butterflies. Today, I planted them and since I cannot for the life of me remember what types of plants they are I call this one, “Larry, Moe, and Curly.”
Praying for Eyebrowz 