GUMMY SNACKS AND UNDEROOS
On a rare occasion I'll arise before 8am. On these days I take to my front porch in a bathrobe with an ice coffee in hand to scribble my thoughts in a journal. I've asked myself several times, "how appropriate is it for me to sit on my front porch in a bathrobe?"
When Lula showed up at our house popping out of her mom's SUV with only undies I couldn't help but grab my camera. What a precious thing. To run around in only underoos without a care in the world. To collect gummy snacks from a neighbor in only underoos with no shame. It might be a good idea to take a tip from Lula.
More freedom, less shame. More gummy snacks, less clothes.