A funny thing happened on the way to Grandma’s house…Picture this:  I’m standing at the bottom of the stairs trying to herd the troops so we can get to Grandma’s house for supper.  Down prances my daughter in a leotard, tiny brown shorts, head band and wrist bands to boot.  It took all my strength not to laugh…a lot.  I asked her if that’s really what she wanted to wear and, like any liberated six year old she said, “Uh, that’s why I put it on…?” with a look like “duh Mom??”  (*Aside…isn’t she a bit young for the ‘tude?*)

On the short drive I kept looking in the rear view mirror thinking I had to record this time in her life as she is so alive, free spirited and confident in what she likes.  I hope with every last fiber in my soul that she doesn’t lose this along the way as it’s what has always made her so special and unique.  She’s always had this je ne sais quoi about her and I love her for it.

This past week on the only non-rainy, warmish day we finally did it.  We caught her spirit and her ‘Jane McEnroe’ look.  We have been talking about this session for months and she has been begging me to do it as I wouldn’t let her get her hair cut until we did…it just wouldn’t be the same without her hippy do.

So without further ado, I present my daughter channeling her inner ’70s look…

These rockin’ glasses were actually found at the bottom of the ocean in Hawaii when she was not quite 2…I like to pretend they’re some 60’s movie star’s shades, but that might be a stretch…a girl can dream though, right?

and last but not least…I shall call this one, “Lost”.

Happy Monday!

Shona xox