So I guess I wasn’t kidding about more hat posts. That they are so close together, however, is utterly coincidental.
Today I ran home from work and threw on this sundress (and the flattest shoes you’ll ever see me in) because I was racing to make my nephew’s first swim meet. The hat was a necessity because the meet is obviously outside at the pool (and I don’t spend longer than 10 minutes outside without a hat on). Also, it was 100,000 degrees and humid out today, thus hair to the side (and off my back) and crisp white cotton was de rigeur. I had five minutes to spare and the look and the lighting came together, so I shot some photos. My favorite Aussie calls me Wildflower (one of our favorite Cult songs), and that’s what came to mind when I looked at these photos.
I made it just in time to see my gorgeous five-year-old nephew (aka the apple of my eye) swim across the pool in the meet, by himself. Mind you, he only learned to swim without floaties a little over a week ago. And he was the only one in his group to make it across the pool with no adult assistance. That’s my boy.