I packed all my stuff in the back seat today, not in the way-back, because this lady had decided to camp out in the hatchback opener doohicky. I don't know that she's still there, after a long drive, but she sure was there first thing this morning when I wanted to pack the car.
What I wore today:
Gooby first-thing-in-the-morning shot, but there you go. Fiona, in her fourth September wear, was a trooper on the road. I was comfortable and cool and felt put-together all day long. To go out to dinner with my mother, all I did was refresh my hair with some mousse in my wet hands and change these purple Xero Oswegos for my red Mary-Jane Xero Cassies.
I have a bag with my various consignment-shop purchases of the last couple of days . . . I scored some interesting things, and they'll be making appearances, but not too soon, because it's 90 degrees here, and then I'm going to Texas.
Glad to have arrived. More tomorrow, possibly.