No swash left unbuckled

One thing my daughter does well is costuming, as evidenced here by her two youngsters (there’s a third, but he’s practically 16 and doesn’t do this sort of thing anymore):

Liam and Allison not walking the plank

She sent me an alternate take of this shot over the phone Sunday, which I didn’t even notice until Much, Much Later. I sent her an apology, along with a note to the effect that “Some days I am totally devoid of clues.”

Said she in reply: “So that’s where I get it.”

I couldn’t bring myself to mention the other event of the weekend: her mother’s first tattoo, at the age of 60.





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