Ahhh summer. I love seeing this out the window of our apartment each evening.
I do not love hearing all the rowdy drunk bar hoppers, but I did recently invest in some hot pink earplugs...so it all works out. Last night our neighborhood was party bus central. And there were some definite, well, let's say sketchy, buses. One of which was an ancient school bus that someone had spray painted black and hand painted on a company name and contact number. It looked like something your 8 year old cousin would do. Or would probably do better, depending on their penmanship.
But! but! The big news is that I am now the proud owner of these babies.
B and I met up with some good friends in a cute little town near the river. We had delicious malts and burgers, and then did some freestyle picking (anyone?). I was channeling my inner Frank when I spied these lovelies on a shelf and I knew they were coming home with me.
Our friends took home something like this. It was a day of good picking. And good friends.