Thursday, May 18, 2017

Eighteen And Life To Go

Eighteen years old, standing in the driveway of our New York house.  I remember that outfit like it was yesterday.  My red earrings, belt, and shoes matched the red in my shirt.  I'm sure I thought I was so chic.  And since I rarely wore a big winter coat, this sweater took me from house to car to wherever.  Actually, I think I still have that sweater somewhere.

Wow.  I really miss those days.

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Butter Sculptures And Luxury Camping All In The Same Post

2015: Eye See You, Orlando
2014: Handmade Import
2013: So Serene, Even Serial Killers Would Be Drawn To It
2012: Time To Lounge
2011: You Can All Stop Complaining Now
2010: This Puss Doesn’t Have Bots
2009: Milling, Spinning, And Bleating
2008: What Happens When You Have Too Much Time To Think
2007: Eddie Rides A Polar Bear Friday
2006: Lite Brite, Making Things With Light
2005: Texas Pride?

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