So I've been a little busy, a little lazy, and well, all good things, mostly. I went off to Wyoming to visit my parents a couple weeks ago. On the second day, we drove down to Ft. Collins (Colorado) to visit all of the fabulous antique malls, which is a tradition of ours. Dad often goes on his own and sends me marvelous boxes filled with vintage linens. Our favorite is A & J Antique Mall.
My daddy decided to relax for a bit in one of the more lovely vendor spaces. Perfect photo op. Cute, no? We proceeded to wander and shop, spending much money, quite quickly. I checked out, and we moved on to another shop.
Moving right along, we headed north, back to Wyoming. As luck would have it, my cousins from Iowa happened to be in Cheyenne on business. We enjoyed some wonderful time together, including dinner at one of Cheyenne's finest Mexican eateries.
Here's my mom with cousin Allen and his two cute kids, Kate and Isaac. Mom Jill took the photo, because as I went to shoot one (this is where the story takes a dark turn) I couldn't find my camera! After much searching, I flashed back to the Antique Mall. And the photo of my dad. Because I have a history of misplacing things, I've also become an excellent "finder". It's really my only super power. I also have the Hart luck, as my parents will attest. Believing it was the only place my camera (holding that adorable picture of my dad) could be, I called the shop, left a message, and hoped for the best. The next day, I got a call from the AWESOME people at A & J. A young girl had found my camera in one of the booths (I'm sure I must have gotten so excited when I spotted a stash of vintage loveliness, that I set my camera down) and brought it to the front desk. I'm afraid this would not happen in L.A. What. A. Relief. Unfortunately we could not get back to Ft. Collins for several days, which explains why I have no photos of Wyoming to share. . . fun with the cousins, the beautiful rangeland, the children's garden at the botanic gardens. . .
After a relaxing few days in Cheyenne, and a lot of saxophone practicing (more on that later) mom and I headed to Denver, with a quick detour to Ft. Collins to pick up my camera. It was waiting for me safe and sound.
Now, as I mentioned, I do have a predilection for losing things, but after discovering this most awesome blog (yes, I'm late to the party as usual), I've decided to blame my absentmindedness, (among other things) on MIR. You've got to visit MFAMB. You can thank me later.
O.K. this blogging thing is exhausting, and you've probably moved on, since this seems pretty tedious after review. So I'll leave you now, and return with some photos, sooner rather than later.
