Somewhere I saw little red shorts with gingham pockets. The vision sat in my head, I can’t remember where I saw it…a blog? a book? in a dream? It never went away and now summer is on the downside (so I hear anyway, it will be warm here for a couple more months). Suddenly making these shorts became a priority, like paying the bills or making a chocolate cake (that is so a priority).
So you can understand why I did what I did. It made sense at the time. After dumping a mountain of fabric on my floor I realized that, indeed, I didn’t have a piece of red denim like I thought. I went through my husband’s closet and picked a red denim shirt. And truthfully I was proud of myself for being resourceful. I took pictures and snipped off the sleeves, which suddenly made me realize that yeah, no duh, he hasn’t worn it in ages because it’s summer.
What’s done is done, right?
Hope you’re having a good weekend. Ken’s friend is making us some BBQ, the Texas kind that includes a smoker and brisket and 20 hours. There’s something about being here in the extreme heat and seeing people in cowboy hats and plaid shirts that make you want to eat BBQ all the time. With beans and slaw and banana peppers and pea and onion salad (this is my favorite) and Pepsi. Sounds healthy, doesn’t it?