i have no idea how i missed the Gigantic White Barn in the backyard of Sarah’s mom’s house yesterday, but I did. until the eight girls were all ready. the rain stopped and we went outside. i dont know who said it, mostly because Sarah travels in a large bridal posse, but ‘the old barn’ came up.
so 8 very well dressed girls climbed a steep ladder into the most incredible room where they used to put on plays as little girls. little wee tables were still set up from what looked to be a damn fine tea party many years ago.
here’s a few frames from the attic.
