A creepy photo of Lucy to kick this post off... those are stickers from Trader Joe's. I love Trader Joe's... except that they think kids need 20 stickers each. When I was a kid, we would get one, maybe two stickers. That's it. A lollipop at the bank? That was like winning the lottery. A sticker AND and toothbrush AND a bouncy ball from the dentist? That was excess in my day. Less is more, people. See, these two eye stickers entertained her fine. The other 18 are probably all over the inside of my car. Thanks a lot, TJ's cashiers.
She stuck them on her own eyes herself. I bet if she could have seen herself, she would have been disturbed and pulled them right off again, ha. The hooded cloak, though, is adorable. It was a Christmas present for her because she loves to dress up. I got it from an etsy shop here.
I love the atmosphere in this coffee shop... see the background, how the light fixtures look? There are several mismatched wooden tables scattered around the place, a few armchairs and couches, and local artwork (for sale) displayed on the walls. A nearby CSA does their vegetable share drop off here on our dance day. We haven't done it ourselves because it is pricey, but I would like to try it one day. And, it is hard to believe it now, but this space used to be our local photography store. Sadly, it closed because the owner just wouldn't go digital... but I used to come here for film developing, and now I come here for coffee. The building has come full circle for me... if that even makes sense. I gradually stopped going because I had switched to digital and only occasionally went to get reprints of old photos, and then it closed... and then it became another local business that draws me in. Sometimes I will try to remember where things were when it was Clyde Collier Photography, and I barely can. Or I will sip coffee and think, "There used to be pictures here in this building that I took." Weird.
This was the third time I dragged Chris to see Emerson Hart. It was the first time we'd heard him tell so many stories and cuss so much (Emerson, not Chris), ha ha. The stories were very interesting, although he got very rambly the later it got, after a few people brought him shots of Jameson. The show was open to all ages even though it was in a bar, and there were a couple of people who had kids there around maybe age ten... so he kept apologizing to them, saying "I'm sorry, sweetie, those are bad words. I shouldn't say that." Then he'd keep it up anyway, ha. Lesson: don't take kids to concerts in bars at 10:00 at night. Three kids at Gramma's house, none in my uterus - check. No kids exposed to bad language. And I was able to have my favorite beer which they had on draft, Terrapin Hopsecutioner. A small treat in the grand scheme of things. But it was good to get out together and just listen to music (and stories, lots of stories).
And that is enough rambling for now... I keep thinking I have words inside me that I need to get out in writing, but I don't think they are coming. So you get this jumbled reflecting instead. ;)