We went to a wedding at the Cleveland Botanical Gardens on Saturday night. In 97 degrees and straight humidity. My hair didn’t stand a chance.
Adam looked dapper though.
[on me – coral dress from macys, bow pumps from aldo, beaded braided bracelet from old navy] [on adam – express shirt, express tie, express suit. half of which is missing because it was so bloody hot out]
I walked around the gardens oohing-and-ahhing over things like roses. Which also grow in our backyard. So they’re not as exotic as I’d like to think.
The Cardinal of Honduras was in attendance. So we were on our best behavior. And were highly disappointed that he didn’t wear his cool hat to the reception.
He was a shoo-in for favorite party guest with that hat.
And I walked around some more.
Nasty hair. I’m disappointed.
And that was our weekend. Other than lots of home improvement. And Adam dropping a 150 pound door on my toe. I forgave him. About an hour later and two cupcakes later.