Ode to Older Sister

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.

xo