My older sister was in town for a star-spangled spectacular,
wild west, patriotic weekend.
(more on that later in the week.)
Hugging her adieu today made me blue.
So blue, in fact, I dubbed it a case of the 'navys.'
I was relieved to have to go to the store and gather up the ingredients to bake cheddar biscuits for a barbecue tomorrow.
When I came home I discovered that in true older sister fashion, she had made some 'improvements' around my apartment.
She hung my little glass terrarium globe with a sweet sprig of succulent nestled into it.
And she spruced up the space with the above gifts and a note which read,
"No bachelorette pad is complete without flowers and a beautiful coffee table book. Viola! You're ready!"
Why are older sisters (almost) always right?
Missing her already, but loads of mini moments to look forward to this week.