I think my allergies have allergies.
I'm a mess over here, birds.
Itching and sneezing.
It happens every year.
I would say maybe it is a fall allergy, but who am I kidding? The desert doesn't know what fall is. We're still rockin' 100+ and sweating our buns off.
My little lady, Frankie, is going to be helping out the news today.
We have a dog park with a "lake" and she will be wearing a go-pro video camera and swimming for some footage. I'm not quite positive how that will go. I'm not quite sure how interesting of a story that will make. I'm seeing a rockstar, but I'm also seeing a complete freakshow.
I'm hoping they'll post the video online for us.
I'll come back and share it with you all.
We got little Miss Marshmellow some new shoes last week, along with some new bearings. She is now, "road ready." Although her insides still look like a dazed hippy, I think we will be planning a little trip up to Sedona next month to have a trailer warming party.
She still smells... old.
I'm kind of worried about that.
I'm so excited for winter to come... I'm so excited for the hustle and bustle that will be Christmas, and holiday shows, and custom orders. I'm so excited for more family time. For gifting big bones to the dogs. For loving on some hot tea and coffee and bundling into a blanket mountain on my couch. Blanket couch barnacle. That's what I'll be. Hugging on Indy, who half the time needs to wear some kind of little sweater in the winter... and pulling Frank in like it's her job to slump over me to keep me toasty. I love the snuggle of winter. I'm not sure I love anything more than that. (I can hear you all laughing right now. Me claiming the cold in the desert winter. You, in your snow blankets, in your icy fingertips, in your red kissed noses.) I know, it's much different... but when your body is adjusted to 115.. 40 degrees is a lot different also.
Skimmed from the banks.
Pocketed like gold.
Set in silver.
Turquoise for my kinda glitz.
My kind of talisman.
My river runner heart.
My caged perfection.
...and a 27" chain to wear them close.
To wear layered.
To wear in minimal solidtude.
I'm on a kick and it's time for some coffee.
Wishing you a beautiful end to your weekend.
Wishing you fall snuggles and warm animal coach potatoes.
Dreaming in fall colors.