I saw a bumper sticker yesterday that read "I follow the beat of my own accordion." I love it when people really own their eccentricities. You know, if W owned his quirks rather than posing as the Biggest Dog of All, he'd be a lot more tolerable. Maybe.
This is one of my favorite pictures, taken at the San Francisco ferry building. I was way too much in my head, pondering writing vs. eating, how W got elected twice, if there would be a line at Peet's. Along comes this woman, so into the day she radiated. I wanted what she had. When I asked if I could take her picture, her ebullience completely took the scaly rusty stuff off my outlook. She made the skirt herself, she said, and she dresses like that all the time.
Talk about owning your accordion. Or marching to your quirks. Or whatever. I really loved that she was a walking party. She put me in a good mood the whole day. In fact, I still get a lift when I look at this picture. If leopard tights don't force you to get over yourself, well, you're in a mighty sorry state.
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I can't imagine why you needed cheering up on your way to work:)
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Love the leopard tights; where can I get my own pair?
I wish I knew how to play the accordion, AND I also wish I had those leopard tights. It is so funny, as a child I was happy with a white t-shirt and grubby jeans. My mother, trying to keep up with the times made me a paisley jumper and a leopard print cape. I was horrified and now wish I had them again. So glad that woman made you happy all day.
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