This is one of my favorite photos of Sissy. I haven’t been dolling the girls up for photo shoots lately, because we’re too busy walking… and because I already have a cute photo for almost any occasion you can imagine.
Anyway, thanks for all the good wishes for the big, hairy meeting. It was indeed a big, hairy meeting, but it was highly productive and I’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback, so there will be more town hall style meetings next year. They’re a little chaotic, but member organizations need member feedback, and when said members feel validated and connected to the decision-makers, it makes for a healthier organization.
I don’t have a new Easter dress, but I did wear a new dress to the big, hairy meeting. I wanted something happy and comfortable, that would make me feel energized and poised, so naturally, I went for Lilly P. I’ve wanted something in the Hollyhock Gigi print since I first saw it. Get it? Gigi… Gg (Gretchen Greer), and the print is arguably PANK and purple, even though Thursday, I wore navy tights and navy booties, thus pretending I thought the sash and the darkest color were navy. It might be my new favorite, and given that the fabric is a cotton crepe lawn, I can wear it virtually year ’round.
Never mind the giraffes in the print. My childhood best friend’s mom collects giraffes, so it’s a pleasant association, even if I can’t say I personally have any special fondness for the long necked and legged creatures.
See those nude pumps? I’m still looking for some that won’t break an ankle or cause a nosebleed that don’t cost a fortune. Kitten heels are in, so I’m trying to stock up but that’s easier said than done. I want nude, not pinkish tan, not british tan, not even a true taupe (even if I am pasty-pale and that might be closer to my own flesh tone)…
Anyway, back to Easter. This is my favorite blooper from the same session that yielded Sissy’s pretty pose at the top. Gg really doesn’t like anything on her head or face, and who knows what the DIVA was eyeballing!? The red foot? A reminder of Sis’s prolapsed toenail on a Saturday morning not unlike this one, only Wondervet was still here and working that day. Our new, awesome vet and I were just talking about how Wondervet used to carry Sissy around like a toddler… (For those who don’t follow both blogs closely, Wondervet and Dr. D went to vet school together, so Dr. D and I can’t help but mention our mutual and missed friend, especially when the real subject is Sissy.)
Maybe this post should be titled Easter stream of consciousness instead? Baby Tuckoo and the moo-cow anyone?
Wishing you a Happy Easter and/or Passover, or just a pleasant weekend!