Woman of a certain age…mom, wife, grandmom, sister, friend, mentor, advisor, perpetual ponderer. “I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning difficult” (E.B. White)
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I adored that. From the oversize camera–I love too big or too small anything–to the end product. Plus, I couldn’t help noticing, two of the participants wore UCSB sweatshirts!! Must have been near my neck o’ the woods…:)
Mimi, this is such a beautiful post about beautiful you (precious baby picture). Happy and blessed birthday and anniversary to you! Perhaps the passing of your dad in August could mean that he is in a place of joy; which I am sure you gave him much of. My grandmother lost her mom at 9 years old and always told us how much she missed her mother, even when she was in her 80s. Our parents are our first loves and how confusing it is when that bond is separated between life and death. I have to look up the last statement you made in this post. Love Fran xo
Waiting for the Karma Truck 
Just love this! JOY! ♥
Isn’t it – I thought it was fantastic!
What better way to start one’s day than with a smile on one’s face? Smiling here. Joy in my cup.
Makes my day..
Happy, happy, joy, joy! xoxoxo
Totally…xoxo
you and I are so on the same wavelength–I reblogged it too!
Now THAT doesn’t surprise me at all!!
Commented on David’s and will here too..it’s just SO SO good! I want to come across a giant Polaroid camera one of these days! 🙂 xo
I adored that. From the oversize camera–I love too big or too small anything–to the end product. Plus, I couldn’t help noticing, two of the participants wore UCSB sweatshirts!! Must have been near my neck o’ the woods…:)
still smiling…
Mimi, this is such a beautiful post about beautiful you (precious baby picture). Happy and blessed birthday and anniversary to you! Perhaps the passing of your dad in August could mean that he is in a place of joy; which I am sure you gave him much of. My grandmother lost her mom at 9 years old and always told us how much she missed her mother, even when she was in her 80s. Our parents are our first loves and how confusing it is when that bond is separated between life and death. I have to look up the last statement you made in this post. Love Fran xo
Hi Fran and thank you…A challenging place to be – embracing life and love and mourning life and love at the same time. Love, m