It was my idea to do a Hawaiian-themed barbecue (nobody wore anything remotely Hawaiian but I passed out some leis made of tiny shells). I realized that I didn’t have anything in my closet Hawaiian-ish, and after a disappointing run to the thrift store I decided to just make my own Hawaiian-print dress. I went to the fabric store, and on the discount table BOOM! There it was!
The perfect tacky Hawaiian print fabric, and with sunglasses, no less. I glued some sequins on the front of the dress to amp up the cheese factor.
During the barbecue no photos were taken of me (one of the problems with being the photographer), so I had the Boy photograph me in the house after it was over. My expression here is ridiculous, but just look at that sparkle!
The ol’ fake butterfly tattoo again, and using the “underwater” setting on my camera which produces that fabulous amber glow and cancels out the gnarly dark circles I have under my eyes.
I’ve had the song “Red, Red Wine” rotating in my head for two days, thanks to setting Pandora to reggae the other day while I painted. Speaking of painting, I have some stuff to list on Etsy. I’m awaiting the massive check that the buyer of the flapper painting is supposed to send me. I’m trying not to be too excited in case he flakes out. I’ve had several fake-out buyers. Comes with the territory I suppose.
