Bon Voyage a Lala

Well, it's happening. My baby sister is whisking off to her favorite place (Scotland) to study her favorite things (Jane Austen and J.R.R. Tolkien). "I've already read the material for my classes, so I can't wait to learn new things," were words she used this morning while I watched her eat breakfast. I won't breeze over the aforementioned 'while I watched her eat breakfast' because I realize that it sounds a bit silly and obsessive. Yes, a trifle pathetic and sad, but I am going to miss this little Lala. We have never been separated for an entire semester, and I am genuinely weepy at her departure.

Attached much? Proudly, yes. But this isn't about me.....come on Rach pull it together. 

I love you my sweet sister. Your lighthearted and equally dark sense of humor + a hundred million other things will be missed. HAVE FUN KICK ADVENTURES IN THE FACE.

And be safe.

.............I'm coming for you in May.

                                                                          Sincerely,
                                                                                  Sissy

       (PS these pics were taken in Florida and NOT in Scotland.....dumb to clarify? Maybe.)

A Foggy Day on Fogg Street

Keeping in practice with my discipline of doing things simply to do them, I traded beer for a photographer (the smexy Stephanie Creasy) and endeavored to be cool by shooting near Third Man Records. Channeling Jack White, I tapped a barely-there dark side by awkwardly hiking my body on top of a loading platform. Here's to overcast lighting, wearing winter coats in seventy degree weather, and celebratory hot dogs with a friend.