I love it when good pictures of us turn up. This is what D and I looked like at the tail end of Carnival 2009. For the first time in years, it was late and I didn’t want to go home.
The floral headpiece, which I cobbled together from many found objects, wire and glue, that stayed put all day. D’s fantastic MacGyvering of his sunglasses and mask that kept him comfortable and masked all day. The smiles we wore all day. We owned the streets all day. That’s the stuff of legend, fairytales and memories which make you smile. Only in New Orleans …
One day, I will show this picture to our kids and say, “Your parents. Aren’t you proud?”
In related news, I found my memory cards with the last of the photos from Mardi Gras 2009 on them, and imported them into Lightroom yesterday. So all I need to do is find you and your Zulu coconut…
You are stunning in that pic.
We miss you in New Orleans.
Bob: Yay, Zulu coconut picture! Honestly, I don’t know where to put that prize up in my house without making the natives up here wonder about the whole nappy-haired blackface thing. “Well, see, it’s from Zulu, a krewe of black people and some white folks done up in blackface to mock blackface … because of segregation and … nevermind … it’s not funny when you have to explain it.”
Kevin: Thanks, babe! I miss you guys, too! See you soon, I hope.
Lovely costumes on truly lovely people.
Be well, and keep the good memories alive.