immagirl
Dennelle is coming home tonight.
'probably be here in two hours.
I was thinking of going to First Friday tonight.
man, I should. then I could have picked her up. Maybe I should still get dressed and go.
I'm so tired though.
worked today and it was so busy. good busy though. made it go more quickly.
I love being there sometimes. Well, not BEING there. but I love how every face is familiar.
Small towns are too great.
One of my favorite people to see is this woman and her three daughters.
Two are older, probably in 9 and 6 grade.
The youngest is maybe in 1st or 2nd.
Her name is Ava. And I love that name.
I love their family.
The mom was clearly some kind of hippy in her day but has evolved into a combination of hippy punk.
The oldest daughter has a lisp type thing, long red-brown hair that is always hanging down and flowing around. She dresses rather urban outfitters-ish. But not with that fresh off the model look.
The one day her and her sister had about fifty friendship bracelets on each wrist. The kind you make out of thread. They had made them all, they said.
The middle daughter is blonde with fluffy curly hair she wears in an afro-esque cloud to her shoulds. Then it's black from neck to toe. Some kind of band t-shirt paired with skinny jeans and chucks.
neither of them wear make-up but possess a fresh-faced beauty. With the skin that looks illuminated from behind. They come off so creative and unique but comfortable in it, like it is completely effortless and unintentional.
Then there is little Ava who asks quiet little questions or laughs when her sisters swing her around. And their mom is so calm and sweet. And answers all of Ava's questions without the least irritation and with love in her voice.
they are awesome.
speaking of awesome. my schedule for next week is awesome.
I so rarely am delighted when I open it.
It's usually like, "ehhh, alright. alright."
But this time was like, "sweet! monday off! close friday with Vanna!"
Monday off means I can go to see Nathan Saturday or Sunday and stay til Monday night.
(which is so good cause my hair needs to be cut. I HATE when the neck gets this long. I feel so sick.)
and Friday is just a plus because I love closing with Vanna. Or Vanilla as I like to call her.
Anyhow. Have a great weekend if you're reading this. And I know I will.
'probably be here in two hours.
I was thinking of going to First Friday tonight.
man, I should. then I could have picked her up. Maybe I should still get dressed and go.
I'm so tired though.
worked today and it was so busy. good busy though. made it go more quickly.
I love being there sometimes. Well, not BEING there. but I love how every face is familiar.
Small towns are too great.
One of my favorite people to see is this woman and her three daughters.
Two are older, probably in 9 and 6 grade.
The youngest is maybe in 1st or 2nd.
Her name is Ava. And I love that name.
I love their family.
The mom was clearly some kind of hippy in her day but has evolved into a combination of hippy punk.
The oldest daughter has a lisp type thing, long red-brown hair that is always hanging down and flowing around. She dresses rather urban outfitters-ish. But not with that fresh off the model look.
The one day her and her sister had about fifty friendship bracelets on each wrist. The kind you make out of thread. They had made them all, they said.
The middle daughter is blonde with fluffy curly hair she wears in an afro-esque cloud to her shoulds. Then it's black from neck to toe. Some kind of band t-shirt paired with skinny jeans and chucks.
neither of them wear make-up but possess a fresh-faced beauty. With the skin that looks illuminated from behind. They come off so creative and unique but comfortable in it, like it is completely effortless and unintentional.
Then there is little Ava who asks quiet little questions or laughs when her sisters swing her around. And their mom is so calm and sweet. And answers all of Ava's questions without the least irritation and with love in her voice.
they are awesome.
speaking of awesome. my schedule for next week is awesome.
I so rarely am delighted when I open it.
It's usually like, "ehhh, alright. alright."
But this time was like, "sweet! monday off! close friday with Vanna!"
Monday off means I can go to see Nathan Saturday or Sunday and stay til Monday night.
(which is so good cause my hair needs to be cut. I HATE when the neck gets this long. I feel so sick.)
and Friday is just a plus because I love closing with Vanna. Or Vanilla as I like to call her.
Anyhow. Have a great weekend if you're reading this. And I know I will.