I just returned to cold, cloudy Missoula from cold, sunny Baltimore. So much for spring! Baltimore went from 80-degree weather the weekend BEFORE I arrived to an average of, oh, 37 degrees for the six days of my stay. Go figure.
But we did not let the chilly air negatively influence our activities! We toured Baltimore, from the Inner Harbor to Fort McHenry to Hamden, spent a day in D.C., took walks, cooked delectable dishes (pizza. whole grain waffles with strawberries. roast beef. brussel sprouts. crepes. pumpkin stew. mmm.), drank gallons of hot tea, ate pints of mint chip ice cream, and ate out at various quirky restaurants. Among other things . . .
Rach and Kara's neighborhood (this isn't their street, but it's close by, and aren't the colors splendid?):
Rach and I looking gorgeous, as usual:
And . . . oh my, what's this?! Where art thou sitting, oh Rachel? And what's that on thy foot?
But she wasn't the only one . . . what IS that on my back? Oh dear! What is this place into which we wandered?
It appears to be some sort of peculiar art studio . . .
a body art studio . . .
But is that a pen or a (gasp!) needle?
Oh my goodness oh me oh my oh!!
What HAVE we done to ourselves?
One may not think it possible that Rach and I could be any more gorgeous than we already are, but we now have evidence to the contrary.
Branded beauties, we are!
Hee hee hee . . . I do so love new acquisitions.
But we did not let the chilly air negatively influence our activities! We toured Baltimore, from the Inner Harbor to Fort McHenry to Hamden, spent a day in D.C., took walks, cooked delectable dishes (pizza. whole grain waffles with strawberries. roast beef. brussel sprouts. crepes. pumpkin stew. mmm.), drank gallons of hot tea, ate pints of mint chip ice cream, and ate out at various quirky restaurants. Among other things . . .
Rach and Kara's neighborhood (this isn't their street, but it's close by, and aren't the colors splendid?):
Rach and I looking gorgeous, as usual:
And . . . oh my, what's this?! Where art thou sitting, oh Rachel? And what's that on thy foot?
But she wasn't the only one . . . what IS that on my back? Oh dear! What is this place into which we wandered?
It appears to be some sort of peculiar art studio . . .
a body art studio . . .
But is that a pen or a (gasp!) needle?
Oh my goodness oh me oh my oh!!
What HAVE we done to ourselves?
One may not think it possible that Rach and I could be any more gorgeous than we already are, but we now have evidence to the contrary.
Branded beauties, we are!
Hee hee hee . . . I do so love new acquisitions.
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
ReplyDeleteMy, what lovely tattoos... I'm so impressed.
ReplyDeleteThey ARE lovely, aren't they? Hee.
ReplyDelete*gasp* Can't wait to hear all about it!!
ReplyDeleteShould I pretend shock and horror? or just put it down to spring fever and two friends reveling in the joyful craziness of sharing time together after many moons of being 80% of a large continent apart? I suppose the lovely artsy milieu had an impact as well. But such a very "Al-lish" act; I must confess such madness is part of what I love about you, dear daughter.
ReplyDeleteMumsie
i love it!
ReplyDeletebut did it hurt??
Oh, indeed it did. Do NOT believe anyone who tells you that getting a tattoo is painless! Rach's description: "It feels like someone is slicing an exacto-knife into your skin." Well, maybe it's not quite that bad . . .
ReplyDeleteoohh...cool tattos girls!
ReplyDeleteoh BTW...did i tell you a repieced my nose? It got infected the first time after Turkey...
Hey, a question--are you still there?
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