There's a Light

All photos taken by my dear friend, Keenan Crook, at Crooked Keenan Photography.

I feel so blessed to have such great girlfriends. I've known Desiree for 20 years & Mikey for almost as long. I have so many memories with these gals. Desiree and I used to walk the railroad tracks at 13-14 years old, late at night, hanging out with hobos, smoking their cigarettes. We'd listen to Al Green underneath the black light, crying to "How can I mend this broken heart." Mikey and I also have a history of crying together. When were 19 and I had just quit my job as an operator to travel to New York, we all headed out to our local canyon for some hiking & to eat mushroom to celebrate change. Mikey and I sat on a rock, filled with empathy for the world's sorrows, crying our eyes out. This was while the other gals had gone back to the car to get some snacks. They came back with a look of surprise on their faces. "What the hell is wrong with you guys." There were to be many more times that we cried together - like when my mother passed away & then her father. But, we always managed to get a few laughs in, even when our thoughts were heavy. Heck, I bet if Mikey is reading this right now, she's crying. These gals keep me humble (by making fun of me constantly). haha. They know me completely and never try to change me. they always let me run a muck, and I appreciate that. To 100 more years of friendship!

Man, I sure wish I could wear a slip about town all the time. It feels so good when the breeze comes through it, especially when you wear an over-sized one like I am in these photos.

Folks, today I have a day off from work, and I intend to spend it catching up on errands, hanging out with my sis, and maybe visiting one of my favorite little towns, San Pedro. It's just over the bridge. Have a great day!

fairies take over Lake Arrowhead

mushy fairies, Desi & Mikey

To celebrate my best friend, Desiree’s, birthday, a bunch of friends headed up to Lake Arrowhead to relax, play board games, have a photo shoot, eat loads, go on walks, and cut up. Pete and I headed up late Friday evening after work, which probably wasn’t the best idea because we were greeted with the thickest fog once we started our trek up the mountain. It was very difficult to see the road in front of us. Thank goodness Pete was driving because my driving skill are questionable even on a clear day. To make matters scarier, the GPS went haywire and got us lost in a residential neighborhood for about 15 minutes. After about 3 hours, we made it safely to the cabin, though we were pretty beat, but not too beat to play a round of Apples to Apples. When it comes to board games like these, I usually opt to be funny rather than win the game. I think my sense of humor most shown through when we played Loaded Questions the next day. When asked to write down what I think would be the most gruesome death, I answered “buried alive in an ugly dress.” Of course, everyone knew that this was my response.
On Saturday, Desiree, Mikey, and I, dressed up like our version of fairies, and Keenan took pictures of our escapades. We swung from tree branches, posed on an old beat up pick-up truck of questionable structural integrity, drank champagne straight from the bottle while squatting in heaps of Fall-colored leaves, pranced around hills, and sat in trees. I’ll have to show you these photos in another post because Keenan still has to tinker with them a bit. I took some pictures with my Pentax Spotmatic, but the film stopped advancing after only taking 15 photos. Hopefully, these photos turn out so that I can share them with you. Meanwhile, I've posted some pictures taken with my digital camera. After our photo shoot, we went on a walk around the neighborhood and I rolled my ankle 3 times: 2 times on my right ankle & one time on my left ankle. What the hell! I’ve been rolling my ankles since I was 13 years old. Once in Junior High, while wearing 5 inch hells, I rolled my ankle, while falling off the curb. During those halcyon days, my ankle would swell to the size of a pumpkin. Now a days, I roll my ankle, it hurts for a few days, with no visible swelling, and I’m back to normal. However, I do seem to roll my ankle sometimes for no tangible reason. For Pete’s sake, this time, I was just walking. Our trip culminated with me rolling my ankle for a 4th time when we were strolling around the Lake. This was the most painful of the ankle rolls. Mikey captured this moment with her phone camera. I was wailing, and I damned near started pouring tears, but I held it together. Today, I am limping around the office, the physical memory of my trip to Lake Arrowhead. I hope ya’ll had a great weekend too!










My Outfits: blue calico 70s long dress (Long Beach Veteran’s Flea Market, last week), 60s mustard velvet dress with lace bid (hand me down from my friend, Miro; I love this dress so much & it’s too bad it’s kind of falling apart), vintage white slip (Mikey’s), vintage lace vest (Long Beach Veteran’s Flea Market), vintage blue turtleneck (thrifted), Nine West oxfords. Floral Wreaths made by Gardens of Whimsy.