This chair sits in the corner of the room. It isn’t a sitting chair. It’s a decoration, a piece of art, a collaborative effort between both me and my Dad. When I found it at a thrift store it was a cheap little thing with a wonky leg.
She doesn’t know any of that. She just decided she wanted to look outside. So being the independent thing she is, she moved it to the window and climbed up.
My initial reaction was to move her. My second reaction was to grab my camera. The window light was so lovely and I just couldn’t resist trying to get a few photos of her.
I’m glad I went to get my camera. She’s all smiles and attitude and hair in her face. 50 percent of my day consists of putting her bow back in her hair that she just ripped out. Her little personality is blossoming more and more every day and these photos really give a sense of what she is like right now in this stage.
A mess. She’s a funny little mess and I can’t get enough of her.
My initial reaction was to move her. My second reaction was to grab my camera.