|This is Biscuit, in case you were wondering! And also Julie!, who got a tummy ache later from drinking too many sugary malt-liquor beverages.|
This is pretty much how the day was spent: Get in your bathing suit and climb onto something that floats. If your inflatable thing has a cozy, attempt to keep your beer from tipping out of it. Dry off, get a fresh beer, repeat.
|Chris, Shana, and Tessa...don't their tattoos all look nice together?|
Alabama Studio Style tunic--my most beloved hand-stitched garment that I mentioned a couple of weeks ago. Here it is on on an actual body! Mine, in fact! And though it looks like I'm wearing an obscenely short dress, I assure you that there are shorts on under there. No really, I wouldn't just walk around in front of my friends in an uber-short tunic. I promise.
After a round of s'mores, we watched the sun set, our idyllic day of pastoral fun times having come to an end. And really, it looked just like this, all pinks and blues. We huddled on the dock, some of us sleepy, some a little tipsy, and some a bit nostalgic for summers past. All together, we watched the neighbors shoot off fireworks over the lake. And then we piled back into the car, cramming our behinds into the back seat, and sang stupid songs (I don't even think the radio was on), just as though we were coming back from camp. And actually, I guess that you could say we were.