Sorry 'bout the grainy Mac Photobooth shots here, folks; somewhat stupidly, I only brought my film camera with me. Just couldn't wait to send y'all a little postcard from glorious Palm Springs, where I'll be hanging my hat for the holiday season! (Dunno how long I'll be able to fit into these vintage duds, though, if my addiction to date shakes keeps up.)
|(1960s "Rockmount" western shirt; 1950s "Western Girl" jeans)|
|( My li'l '70s Avon skunk.)|
|(Thrifted peasant blouse + square dancing skirt)|
While New England may be my homeland and first in my heart, I can't really complain about Sunny C.A.!! Srsly, dark was the night & cold (20℉) was the ground when I left the land of the Green Mountains... the desert hills, palm trees, and sunny skies (to say nothing of the heavenly mid-mod architecture!!) are a very refreshing change. Look at the views from our window...
PS: Sharp-eyed readers will spot a familiar face in the background.... yes, I flew my dog cross-country! It was incredibly nerve-wracking, and I'm not sure I want to repeat the experience (she missed her connection in Washington, D.C. and ended up arriving five hours after me, plus it ended up costing a fortune) but I'm very happy I didn't have to leave her behind. Hey, "home is where the dog is".