Film Friday #5

So there's this photo of my mom when she was a teenager, with fluffy hair and sassy eye makeup, and every now and then when I'm rummaging through the box of old film photos I keep underneath my desk, I look at it. It is one of my favorite photographs of my mother, ever, even though she wasn't my mother yet, just a kid smirking in church. I love everything about it -- I can't say just why, but it gives me the impression that my mother had a streak of rebellion in her, even then.

Today, the two of us are going out for an early morning breakfast (we're talking the crack of dawn, people) and then going to hit up some garage sales. #thegrannylife But I wouldn't have it any other way.