I'm usually not a big fan of summer, fall being my favorite time of the year, but this has been an exceptional summer so far, and with more to look forward to this month, I can't say I'm sorry to see the calendar page flip. my cousin Dorothy's wedding reception in Chicago is in less than 2 weeks... I'm so thrilled to be going, I'm not even freaked out about driving through the windy city (as opposed to riding shotgun... always). A side trip to Navy Pier to ride the Ferris wheel, stay to see the fireworks, and head back to the haus. Just an over-nighter, but an adventure all the same.
Currently sitting on front porch while my hair dye 'cooks' the gray off my hair, then I can go out in public today. Yesterday was spent cleaning the dregs out of the store. Clementine's is officially over. Done. Finito. and after catching nearly nine hours of sleep (yeah, me! who'd a thunk it?) I'm feeling pretty much like a new woman. Well, at least I was till I took a gander at the boxes stacked in the entryway at Becher haus. Much go go through and a big sort/pitch will have to happen soon. The design studio is ready for action. I'm moving my home stash of fabrics over there today, along with the rest of my sister's Bud Lite Limes... for when the creative process fails me, you know.
Little sister came for a week's visit, bringing my niece and nephew in tow. It was the first time I'd gotten to meet young master Harrison. He's super cute, with his Mississippi drawl and my niece is so different from her seven year old self. She's thirteen now, and smart and funny and pretty. She came with us to the tattoo parlor to watch as her momma and auntie got their matching cherry blossom tattoos. I haven't taken a decent photo of mine yet, but will post one when the healing process has finished. Some things are worth the wait...
Time to stop scaring the neighbors as I sit out here with the smooshy, sludgy dye on my roots. Time to make Sunday happen. Be well, all y'all... I'll see you back here in a bit, once I burp some photos out of the camera.