Blogger Photo Challenge; Day 16 . . . a photo of the last party you went to . .
Really? What am I? 18? In reality, the last party I attended was a home show for Thirty-One. I didn't take photographs. Before that . . . . um, probably some home based business thing like Silpada or Lia Sophia. I have a circle of acquaintences that does those sort of shows with regularity.
When I think of the word 'party', I actually think about mylar balloons and cute cupcakes. How old am I? The word 'party' actually conjures the image of a kids' birthday party. I'm not so old that I've forgotten college keggers or underwear parties at the hockey house, but . . . . I have NO pictures of me at ANY party. That's going back for many, many years . . . birthday parties right on down. The last party where I was photographed was the birthday party when Mimi was born. And let's just say: the blood loss was extreme. I'm pale as a sheet and have yards of exposed flesh. Ergo, no such photo shall be posted.
So . . . . today, I'm posting a cool picture that Big took today in the back yard. She calls it "ooh, ahh."