pants - precious me love
So the men in my family had some delightfully dreadful things to say about my pants; my brother called me a walking garden, whereas my old man unsparingly pointed out to me that I'd be able camouflage myself if I ever entered the Amazon forest dressed like this. Oh, the joy of being ridiculed while confidently parading around in my fancy pants!
My vacations are over and I'm back on campus, which only means one thing; less or no more blogging till I'm chanced upon by another opportunity to take my camera out and start shooting! But until then, I would assume that I'm forgiven, and missed.
Adieu, la belle.