This fine group of of folks I met in the parking lot of the Italian restaurant where we decided to spend our Friday night. I've dubbed them the "cool car club." the lady in the pink shirt owns the cute little peach-colored Nash Metropolitan. If I had that car, I just might be a different person. (:
"Yes, the way I feel about being a woman in the South is the way I feel about the oleander that blooms in June: though it's said that the sap, even brushed against one's skin, is toxic, I carelessly break the branches, stick the ravishing flowers into my hair..."-- Rosemary Daniell
What I'm Reading Now...
Savage Beauty, The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay