On Friday, I gave Portia a bath and put her in a fancy dress (a Jottum Rembrandt dress called Skutsje I'd been eyeing for years and never thought I'd have because even secondhand, it's ridiculously priced). It wasn't until I found an ebay-like web site all in Dutch where I can get stuff a bit cheaper. I have to use google translate to read the fine print and then use google translate to write to them in Dutch and ask whether they'll send to the US. Sometimes they will; sometimes they won't. I've even learned some new words along the way, like "jurk" and "jas" and "rok."
My photographer friend Crystal took me to old Lehi where there's a little alcove behind some businesses with random stuff scattered around. She particularly liked this door, which is now a little boarded over.
There are so many good photos I don't even know where to begin. There are pictures of Portia sitting on this chair:
Then there are some on the picnic table:
I hadn't done professional photographs of Portia since she was an infant and then it was only once. When we were at Sear's (yes, Sear's), they made these black and white photos and put color in the eyes. Only problem was, they put the wrong color on the eyes, which meant it wasn't really my children's eye color. So Crystal did it the right way, using Portia's real blue:
Then there's always the one with the barrel, which just may be my very favorite:
On our way back, we went past this abandoned building where we had to hoist Portia up into a green window with the cool brown shutters. Another one of my very favorites.
I'm lucky: My dilemma is too many good pictures. I'll definitely take this problem over the alternative.