How can you not smile when you see this photo? Whether or not you know the subject of the photo, you see a picnic, in a park, on a clear and beautiful day. This is an all-American perfect weekend day! My Dad is compeltely unaware of the photograph being taken, I, as always, am blissfully aware the camera is on me. My Dad is consumed by me, doting on my every move...or trying to get me to sit still and eat my lunch. Either way, it is clear is loves me. ;) I'm waving at my Mom who is, without a doubt, taking the photo. Why am I so happy? Gosh, to list the reasons would max out the word count blogger allows per blog.
I am wearing a baby pink onesie, white tennis shoes, and....you guessed it! White, lacy, fold-over socks. Mom, did you have any other socks in my wardrobe at this age? It is amazing I'm not still wearing them! I clearly could not accessorize an outfit without these beloved socks! My Dad is wearing a white shirt, I can't tell if it is a polo, a button down, or what? It has a pocket like a button down, but it appears to only open part way down...and the collar is really confusing. Half polo half button down? Not entirely sure...it was probably an 80s or early 90s style that no longer exists. :) He's wearing it with khaki shorts and tennis shoes that are pure, 100% 80s.
My family is known for their fabulous picnics and tailgates. I can see now that it is because they've been practicing for two decades. I love my family picnics, they know how to do them in style. Although, I think we usually have our picnics on a quilt, I think this was done because keeping a kid at that age focused on eating is meal can only be accomplished when eating at proper table. Of course our meal was brought in a wicker basket. How else would a picnic be prepared? Ha, Dad is drinking diet coke, as he still does daily. Mom has her A&W Rootbeer, her favorite drink far before I was born. And me? Probably water. My parents were sticklers about what I could drink. My grandma once offered me juice after a certain time of day and I informed her I was only allowed water. What kind of kid doesn't take advantage of her grandma's offer of juice knowing it would break her parent's rules? What kid doesn't jump at the chance to break the rules? I'll tell you, the kind of kid who has principals as parents and is convinced they have spies everywhere she goes. Because, as you know, principals know everything that happens in their school and that ability, of course, is transferred to the home. ;)
And look at the wicker plate holders! Yes, my parents know how to picnic. :)













































