photo of the day
We made it all the way to Sunday afternoon without getting out of our pjs. Well, Clare and I stayed in our pjs. We were just all pooped out after our fun but long Saturday beach and party day. Then a friend called and reminded me that I had made plans for Clare to have a playdate with her daughter so we had to get up and get dressed.
I took this picture of what was left of the flowers on her windowsill as we were getting ready to leave for home. There was something so delicate and sad about the wilted blossoms sitting there in the window. I liked the colors of the flowers against the greenery outside and the contrast of the chipped white paint. It made me think of Great Expectations and Miss Haversham. Just not as creepy and dusty.