the irish dress

This lovely young lady was one of our wedding guests.

One of our invited guests.

Not one of our wedding crashers.

Did I mention that we had wedding crashers?

So weird.

Anyway, as we sat chatting over dinner at the reception, the conversation naturally turned to the adorable dress that little miss was wearing. Turns out, girlfriend was fresh off a plane from Ireland, and the dress was one of her souvenirs from the trip.


A week or so after the wedding, a vision popped into my head.

Visions pop into my head on a fairly regular basis.

No, not those kinds of visions, silly! Photographic visions. I see a picture in my head and I have to make it happen in real life.

This vision included the aforementioned lovely young lady, the Irish dress, my purple coneflowers and some gorgeous, hazy summer evening light.


The girl was game. I love teenage girls. I have yet to have one turn me down when I call them up and ask if they want to model for me.

It took a little convincing, but I finally got the dress, the flowers and the summer light on board too.


Fun, FUn, FUN!

Now that this vision is out of the way, there's plenty of room in my head for more and I can feel them brewing as we speak.

I see....a forest. Wait, no.....a deserted country road. Or, maybe it's a mountain lake?

I'll let you know when I figure it out.


In other news, I saw The Help yesterday and loved every minute of it.

I almost had a date, but at the last minute my hubby took a raincheck. It may have had something to do with the fact that I told him that the movie is about a girl who writes a book and contains no action, no gunfights, no aliens and no Clint Eastwood.

I also told him he can't talk, rattle the ice in his drink cup, or crunch his popcorn, and if he by chance falls asleep, he can't snore.

He asked if he could breathe, and I told him I'd get back to him on that one.

Don't I sound like a fun date? In my defense, I was totally geared up for my first ever solo movie experience, and after rattling off my list of date requirements, that's exactly what I got.

The theater was filled with ladies - lots of groups, a few other solos like myself, and one single solitary fella.

I admit to spending the ten minutes before the movie started in a text conversation with the very girl pictured in these photos, and therefore avoided any feelings of awkwardness whilst the lights were still on, but all in all, it was a fine experience and one I'll have no problem repeating again.

And if you haven't seen The Help, get yourself to the nearest theater ASAP.

It's a good thing.



Happy Thursday!