Little Brown Nut Hair

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It is late...after a long day of work (=not a great day) I went into the studio to work for a bit and let go of the stress.

The only problem was, after an hour or so, I got the urge for going, to cruise with the top down...somewhere...anywhere....

So......never being one to deny the call of riding about the city on a warm late summer day, I called Annie, who is my fabulous 26 year old friend/co-worker whom I adore, and we went on an adventure which started as clothes shopping. It was a hoot. Nothing like pulling all kinds of things off the clothes rack and trying it on - some true gems, others worth at least a good laugh. (PS the older you get the harder it is to go clothes shopping) Then there was the boot and shoe adventure...

Afterwards we cruised uptown to the Hoffman House, a wonderful old Dutch colonial restaurant in uptown Kingston. French Onion Soup. Wine. Nice conversation with the owner and bartender who are cousins.

Then back home to do more designing.

I finished off the night with a laugh from Alanna, which is always a delightful thing to do...to laugh with the joy of a child. Instead of calling the character from Guess How Much I Love You "little nut brown hare" she said MIMI...will you read to me about "Little Brown Nut Hair". Megan starts to laugh in the background, and my mind goes places it shouldn't. "Little brown nut hair?" I ask, imagining how one would illustrate that. NO MIMI, LITTLE NUT BROWN HARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, with that silly story I leave you to ponder my sanity.

Patti O Twisted

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Unknown said…
haha! what a great way to end what sounds like a really fun time! :)
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