I think I’m in a stroller, 1950’s style. And happy to be there, from the looks of things.
This was taken in Washington, DC, where my Dad was stationed at the time. My mother loves to say she changed my diapers on the White House lawn.
My claim to fame.
It’s going to be a lovely day. We’re going to saw a board, move a table, rehang a quilt and attend a cocktail party at Mom’s elegant residence.
One happy birthday word: tequila.