Sisters spontaneously dress alike, no matter how many years intervene.
Prosecco goes with everything.
Run while you can.
Design your own path, and make it sing.
Reflect your true self.
When you hear yourself mention back pain, nausea, headaches and a cramped jaw all in the same sentence, and your sister hands you a doggie Xanax, take it.
Hug more.
The patina of age is a beautiful thing.
Don’t stress.
And always take the road less traveled.
Thanks for those nuggets of wisdom. You look great! I especially love the door and caption…looming birthday, I’ll try to take it to heart. : )
You may add a little patina sweetie, but you’ll never be old 🙂
Beautiful. All of it. Love the dog. Wonderful words to live by.
Hey Mollie! Most of these were taken over the weekend in Leesburg. We drove right past Lynchburg and gave a big wave your way!
lovely–thanks, I needed that.
Happy to return the favor after so many of your fabulous posts!
Aw gee…. !! My ooomph is flat now–hope I return to blogging soon.
Ah, Pam, you are so very clever! I really enjoyed this!
I try to be a little more light-hearted every now and then, haha.
What a wonderful commentary on the weekend! Love it and you, Penny
Thanks Penny — more photos to come on Facebook. xxxx!