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Lunafest 2013/2014: Nine inspiring stories

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I learned to make my mind large, as the universe is large, so that there is room for paradoxes.
– Maxine Hong Kingston, The Woman Warrior

The fabulous women directors, eight of the nine, plus the young lady wrestler.

The fabulous women directors, eight of the nine, plus the young lady wrestler.

Save the date: On Saturday, March 8th, at 7:30pm in the El Cerrito High School Auditorium, the Lunafest East Bay Organizing Committee will present its screening of Lunafest: A film festival by, for, about women. As members of the Lunfest East Bay Organizing Committee, we were honored and treated to watching the nine short films at the World Premiere in San Francisco last Thursday. You can catch a trailer of this year’s short films by clicking on the link on Lunafest’s home page.

Gorgeous floral arrangements and stacks of Luna bars.

Gorgeous floral arrangements and stacks of Luna bars.

Director Danielle Lurie next to the poster of her short film, Tiny Miny Magic.

Director Danielle Lurie next to the poster of her short film, Tiny Miny Magic.

‘Did you catch it?’ The indomitable spirit
Before the screening, special guest Dr. Stacy L. Smith from the University of Southern California’s Annenberg School for Communication and Journalism, talked about her research on gender and film, which I blogged about this past Monday. You can read it here. Following Dr. Smith’s talk, President and CEO of The Breast Cancer Fund, Jeanne Rizzo, RN, spoke. The Breast Cancer Fund, a nonprofit focusing on the identification and advocacy for the elimination of the environmental causes of breast cancer, is a major recipient of funds raised by Lunafest. Rizzo walked onstage with a cane and announced that she had pushed back her knee replacement surgery in order to attend the world premiere. When numerous people asked her how she had hurt her knee and she told them she was playing beach Frisbee, she said her answer elicited three distinct responses that exposed a generational bias. Women her age and older either winced in sympathy or demanded to know why she would put herself in that position as an older woman playing such a physical sport. But then there was a group of women who wanted to know with great interest and excitement: “Did you catch it?” Rizzo proudly affirmed that she had caught the Frisbee, which drew applause from the audience. “I had a moment in the air that felt great,” she exuded. “I connected to the indomitable spirit.”

Director Celia Bullwinkel by her Sidewalk film poster.

Director Celia Bullwinkel by her Sidewalk film poster.

In highlighting that indomitable spirit, Rizzo was referencing the work of Lunafest, the creativity and inspiration of the nine women filmmakers, and every one of us out in the audience. It was quite infectious. The message is to bring our own indomitable spirit to bear. Bring it to the surface. Be free, unencumbered. Bring it out of us and create our own “Did you catch it?” moment.

Catherine van Campen by her film poster for Flying Anne.

Catherine van Campen by her film poster for Flying Anne.

Nine short films
The nine short films chosen for this year’s Lunafest are refreshingly diverse – documentary, animation, comedy, drama – a really lovely mix:

Granny’s Got Game: “Seven fiercely competitive women in their 70s bond and play winning basketball, proving you are never too old to do what you love,” by Director Angela Alford of Raleigh, NC.

Flying Anne: “A young girl with Tourette’s syndrome takes ‘flight’ to navigate life with her tics,” by Director Catherine van Campen of the Netherlands.

Sidewalk: “A woman walks through life, confronts her changing body and learns to love herself,” by Director Celia Bullwinkel of New York, NY.

First Match: “A determined female wrestler prepares for her first coed high school match,” by Director Olivia Newman of Brooklyn. (The young wrestler attended the San Francisco world premiere. According to one of our organizing committee members who spoke with her at the breakfast the following morning, she is still wrestling and majoring in philosophy at a college in upstate New York – quite the combination.)

Sound Shadows: “Enter a world where sound gives shape to space,” by Director Julie Engaas of Oslo, Norway. (Another one of my favorites)

Maria of Many: “Meet Maria – Mexican immigrant, domestic worker, committed mom, and activist,” by Director Alexandra Liveris of Palo Alto. (Liveris will be Lunafest East Bay Organizing Committee’s honored guest at the El Cerrito screening in March.)

Running Dry: “A woman impacted by economic hardships journeys into contemporary Athens,” by Director Dimitra Nikolopoulou of Athens, Greece. (A favorite of mine)

Date with Fate: “When it comes to blind dating, some things are meant to be – whether you like it or not,” by Director Venetia Taylor of Sydney, Australia.

Tiny Miny Magic: “When Sam and her mailman exchange presents via her mailbox, an unexpected love connection blossom,” by Director Danielle Lurie of New York, NY. (While I loved all of them, I was very fond of this little gem.)

A little shimmer and leather for a film premiere.

A little shimmer and leather for a film premiere.

This is a perfect outing for a Girls’ Night Out or Women’s Night Out. A few friends who came for the first time with their teenaged daughters this past March found it a great Mother-Daughter Movie Night. Conversely, bringing your male counterparts – husbands and sons – also makes for an enjoyable evening with potential for interesting follow-up conversations. Mark your calendars for March 8th, and make plans for a great evening of community, friendship, inspiration, and creativity.

Earrings from Portland, ME, Sundance rings and Lava 9 chunky ring (Berkeley, CA).

Earrings from Portland, ME, Sundance rings and Lava 9 chunky ring (Berkeley, CA).

Power platforms and an evening suit of pleats and brocade and black leather skirt.

Power platforms and an evening suit of pleats and brocade and black leather skirt.

When women are present . . . things change

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I am a Woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal Woman,
that’s me.
– Maya Angelou, American poet, memoirist, actress, and American Civil Rights Movement activist

Eight of the nine women filmmakers at the San Francisco premiere of Lunafest.

Eight of the nine women filmmakers and one of the women who was featured in one of the films at the San Francisco premiere of Lunafest.

Last Thursday evening was the World Premiere of the Lunafest film festival in San Francisco. This year the Lunafest East Bay Organizing  Committee – this is my first year on the committee – was honored along with other organizations and individuals for their work in raising money for local nonprofits and for the Breast Cancer Fund, which is a beneficiary of Lunafest. On Wednesday I’ll blog about the nine short films that were chosen out of more than 900 films that were submitted for consideration, as well as the wonderful words of Jeanne Rizzo, RN, President and CEO of the Breast Cancer Fund. But in today’s blog I want to share the inspirational message of special guest, Dr. Stacy L. Smith.

Dr. Stacy Smith, associate professor at USC (photo by USC).

Dr. Stacy Smith, associate professor at USC (photo by USC).

First of all, a little more on Lunafest, a film festival by, for, and about women dedicated to building community through the power of film and through the power of the story:  The film festival was established in 2000 by LUNA, the makers of the Whole Nutrition Bar for Women, to “simultaneously promote women filmmakers, raise awareness for women’s issues, and support women’s nonprofit organizations throughout the U.S. and Canada.” The mission of Lunafest is to “celebrate and inspire women through the art of film and community fundraising.”

Second choice outfit for Lunafest: bright stripes in October.

Second choice outfit for Lunafest: bright stripes in October.

Dr. Stacy L. Smith is an Associate Professor and the Director of the Media, Diversity, and Social Change Initiative at the University of Southern California’s Annenberg School for Communication and Journalism. Her work “examines gender and race on-screen and behind the camera in cinematic content as well as barriers and opportunities facing woman and people of color in the entertainment industry.” She has authored numerous articles, reports, chapters, and papers, focusing on gender, race, hypersexualization of girls and women, and violence.

In her talk, Dr. Smith discussed studies she had done on speaking characters – defined as having at least one speaking line – in 100 of the top-grossing films per year. Data on characters were broken down by demographics, physical appearance, and occupation of the character. In 500 films, of the 21,000 characters, 71.6 percent were men and 28.4 percent were women. It should come as no surprise to many of us; however, when you consider that half of the U.S. population is women and nearly half of the workforce at 47 percent is women, it’s a disturbing to say the least. Dr. Smith noted that there has been no change in gender prevalence since 1976: Of 55 films from 1976 to 1990, only 28 percent were women; of 400 films from 1990 to 2006, only 27 percent were women; and of 500 films from 2007 to 2012, only 28 percent were women.

Anthropologie earrings and Tiffany ring and bracelet, my 50th birthday presents from David.

Anthropologie earrings and Tiffany ring and bracelet, my 50th birthday presents from David.

Dr. Smith also looked at the hypersexualization of male and female on-screen characters. Only 9.4 percent of men were partially nude, while 31 percent of women were shown on screen partially nude. Nearly 50 percent of women were identified as thin, while only 16.2 percent of male characters were thin. Dr. Smith posed this question to the audience: What is the solution to this representational crisis? Women! “When women are present, things change,” she declared.

Dr. Smith examined three major places in which the presence of women in certain positions made a difference. She looked at 820 films from 2002 to 2012 and found three areas of change. In the area of production, when men are directors, only 28 percent of key positions on the team were women. However, when the directors were female in indie films, the number of females in key positions rose to 44 percent. Second, when females directed, there were more girls/women on-screen but less sexualization. Finally, when females directed, the percent of on-screen characters for girls and women rose to 61.7 percent, with more stories about female competition and athleticism.

“The presence of females can alter the status quo in women being silenced and sexualized,” Dr. Smith emphasized. She pointed out that Lunafest, which is shown in 150 cities and raises resources for local nonprofits, is the perfect platform to drive change to the status quo. “It’s the story of all of us, and it can affect the landscape of humanity,” she said. “When women are present, things change.” Dr. Smith encouraged us all to promote change locally, nationally, and globally. Check.

Outfit close-up.

Outfit close-up.

Good season, Oaktown, good night

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It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
– Ernest Hemingway, American novelist

Black is for mourning the end of the season, alas, cut short.

Black is for mourning the end of the season, alas, cut short.

Blessings and curses. It was a blessing perhaps that instead of watching the decisive Game 5 of the American League Division Series between the Oakland A’s and the Detroit Tigers, I was at the World Premiere of Lunafest 2013/2014 in San Francisco last night. On the other side of the Bay, however, it was yet another demonstration of the “curious curse of the Oakland A’s,” as laid out in the New York Times.

It’s the end of the season for me. But after a moment of silence for a season cut too soon, I say goodnight to Oaktown and to baseball with poems by Marjorie Maddox and Tom Clark, respectively.

Grand Slam
Dreams brimming over,
childhood stretched out in legs,
this is the moment replayed on winter days
when frost covers the field,
when age steals away wishes.
Glorious sleep that seeps back there
to the glory of our baseball days.

(from Rules of the Game III, 2009)

 

Antique Edwardian handbag and reclaimed vintage necklace.

Antique Edwardian handbag and reclaimed vintage necklace.

 

Baseball and Classicism
Every day I peruse the box scores for hours
Sometimes I wonder why I do it
Since I am not going to take a test on it
And no one is going to give me money

The pleasure’s something like that of codes
Of deciphering an ancient alphabet say
So as brightly to picturize Eurydice
In the Elysian Fields on her perfect day

The day she went 5 for 5 against Vic Raschi

(from Light and Shade: New and Selected Poems, Coffee House Press, 2006)

M.E. Moore reclaimed vintage necklace against lace (Gorgeous & Green, Berkeley, CA).

M.E. Moore reclaimed vintage necklace against lace (Gorgeous & Green, Berkeley, CA).

When your back's to the season, it's time to hang it up. Goodnight, Oaktown! We'll be back next year!

When your back’s to the season, it’s time to hang it up. Goodnight, Oaktown! We’ll be back next year!

October is Anti-bullying Month: positively no bullying allowed

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I will fight bullying forever because my son will be eleven forever.
– Kirk Smalley, father of Ty Smalley, spokesperson for Stand for the Silent, an educational platform on anti-bullying

The documentary Bully was released in the U.S. in late March 2012. When it came out, David and I talked about going to see the film. As usual, many of the films that we wanted to watch came to theaters and went to DVD, including this film, and we forgot about it. I had an opportunity to see it after Jacob’s middle school PTSA screened it following our monthly meeting last night. I did not realize that October is Anti-Bullying Month. All kids at Jacob’s school will be seeing the film in one of their classes this month and will participate in a discussion about recognizing and standing up to bullying. It’s a good start to educating and making kids aware of this terrible behavior.

Giving your kids lots of hugs and lots of love gives them security and self-esteem.

Giving your kids lots of hugs and lots of love gives them security and sows seeds of self-esteem.

The few negative reviews of the documentary focused on the fact that director Lee Hirsch did not interview either the bullies or their parents. Perhaps this was due to the bullies and their parents not wanting to be filmed. At any rate, such an angle would certainly fill up a sequel, and maybe that’s not a bad thing. I didn’t realize that Jacob would be seeing the documentary in school; I brought both Jacob and Isabella to watch it. Given that we are dealing with bullying in Isabella’s school, albeit a different kind of bullying, I wanted them to see what other kids – the victims – were facing.

On the way home, we talked about not being a bully, seeking family and friends out when being bullied, and also standing up to bullies and not look the other way. I couldn’t help but tell them two stories from my childhood. In my farming hometown of Terra Bella, in the Central Valley of California, there was a girl in my class named Rosie B. She lived around the block from us. Her older parents were poor and reminded me, years later, of the Joads and the Okies from Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath. Rosie was slow, so people took her to be stupid. Her face looked disfigured, her mouth was pronounced with a big set of buck teeth. As you can guess, she was picked on, and as I look back, I can’t think of anyone with whom she hung out.

Isabella gives Bailey a hug on Bailey's last day before she died of old age, January 2011.

Nurture nurturing: Isabella gives Bailey a lot of TLC on Bailey’s last day before she died of old age, January 2011.

After lunchtime one day, our class was excused from the cafeteria to have recess on the playground, Rosie fell down the small flight of stairs. The kids never stopped pouring out of the cafeteria. It was a stampede. When she finally got up, she was scarred with a permanent limp. This was 1972. No lawsuit was filed; her parents had no voice. Teachers came upon the scene and I’m sure the principal was notified, but nothing ever happened. I don’t recall if our grade level was lectured or not. I was not part of the stampede, but I was the guilty silent who looked the other way. I ran into Rosie as an adult, when I was home from college, and she eagerly talked to me about how everything was okay now, as if seeing me, a childhood classmate, had compelled her to tell me she had survived. I remembered feeling relieved that she seemed to have turned out okay despite the bullying, but I failed to apologize to her face.

The other story was about Ross M. I met him at a church youth group when I was in either fifth or sixth grade. He was a pudgy boy who giggled a lot, chattered nonstop, and exhibited effeminate mannerisms, which at the time I did not associate with possibly being gay because I didn’t know what gay was back then in our rural community. We tolerated him, but nobody was ever mean to him. I didn’t stay in the youth group and so lost touch with Ross because he went to a different school in the next town over of Porterville. When I was a freshman at one of the high schools in Porterville, I was surprised to see Ross  – only I didn’t recognize him at first. He had slimmed down. He had also stopped laughing and smiling. He didn’t talk much, if at all, and I don’t know if he even had any friends. He was like a ghost, showing up for class and slipping out, unnoticed. I never reached out to him because he seemed like a stranger to me and he never gave any indication of recognition when he was near me. I never saw him again after graduation. It was only when I attended my 25th high school reunion that I noticed his picture among other pictures on a table with candles, memorializing classmates who were no longer with us. When I asked a good friend of mine from high school what had happened, she confirmed what I suspected: He had committed suicide. I don’t know when this happened, after high school, later in life. But one thing I suspect: He was likely bullied in elementary and middle schools.

Happiness is being loved and hugged a lot.

Happiness is being loved in a touchy-feely way.

My kids were quiet in the car as I concluded my stories. Of course, there is always a moral to an Enrado mom story for my kids. I told them not to look away when they know something is wrong, when they know someone is being bullied. They needed to stand up. I reminded them of the damage that bullying does. One of the kids in the documentary, Alex Libby, told his mother, when she found out about the extent of his being bullied, that if these kids who stabbed him with their pencils, pushed and punched him around, choked him, and smacked his head weren’t his “friends,” then what friends did he have? A heartbreaking thing for a mother to hear. Jacob piped up, “I would have been his friend.” And Isabella seconded the sentiment. Hearing them defend him made my heart sing. Nevertheless, I was worried about whatever happened to Alex because his path seemed destined to resemble Ty Smalley’s very sad ending, which was shown in the documentary. Thankfully, the documentary itself was, as Alex’s mother said in an interview months after it came out, a “gift.” The family took a financial hit moving from Sioux City, Iowa, to Edmond, Oklahoma. But now he has real friends and is a spokesman for anti-bullying. A much-needed happy epilogue!

After the screening, our middle school principal and parents talked about this complex social issue, ill, if you will. We talked about what we as parents could do. Here is my list: Raise empathetic children who understand justice and injustice. Teach them how to stand up for others. Be engaged in their daily lives and know what’s going on in their daily lives. Love them by the boatloads and let them know that you have their back.

Contemplation time while walking Rex.

Contemplation time while walking Rex.

As I was walking our dog Rex one morning several weeks ago, I had posed this question to myself: What would be the one thing I could give to my children so that they are successful in life? A fully paid for college education? An appreciation for higher learning? I shook my head. I was equating success with a profession, a college degree, doors opening, financial security. No. I would give my children self-confidence. A child who believes in him or herself will blossom into an adult who stands up for him or herself. Hurtful words will, as I told Isabella on our walk to school yesterday morning, “roll off her back like water on a duck.” He won’t allow himself to stay stuck in a job that he doesn’t like. She won’t allow herself to be in an abusive relationship. Neither will waste away their time in a coma in a dead-end life. A person with a healthy self-esteem will seek the light and surround themselves with similar people. And they will be empathetic. When they see someone bullied, they will feel bullied themselves and know it is not right – and then make it right.

Exude self-confidence and build self-confidence in your children.

Exude self-confidence and build self-confidence in your children.

Desmond Tutu turns 82

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Forgiving is not forgetting; it’s actually remembering – remembering and not using your right to hit back. It’s a second chance for a new beginning. And the remembering part is particularly important. Especially if you don’t want to repeat what happened.
– Desmond Tutu, South African social rights activist, apartheid opponent, and retired Anglican bishop

Bishop Desmond Tutu (photo by Mark Haddon).

Bishop Desmond Tutu (photo by Mark Haddon).

In May 1985, South African Bishop Desmond Tutu, who had won the 1984 Nobel Peace Prize, came to California to raise funds for human rights activists and meet with students, clergy, and members of the Democratic Party activists. His engagements were to address the California Democratic Council’s 33rd annual convention in Los Angeles and the California Legislature in Sacramento. He was also scheduled to appear in Oakland and San Francisco and UC Berkeley and UC Davis. So in my last month as a student at UC Davis, I had the immense honor to hear him speak on the quad about human rights in South Africa and the vision of dismantling of the Apartheid system.

Those were heady times for college students. I was a quiet social activist before coming to Davis. There wasn’t really a venue for such activity in the Central Valley community where I grew up. In fact, the town of Porterville where I went to high school recently made news in the New York Times for a controversy over the mayor’s proclamation of June as the month to honor gay pride. She was ousted by her fellow conservative city council members, who were supported by many of the equally conservative townspeople. Imagine nearly three decades earlier what the social justice scene looked like – or didn’t look like. And imagine what an eye-opening experience it was to come to a college campus and hear social justice discourse and participate in change wherever you turned, every day you stepped on campus. And imagine standing amidst an overflowing crowd, with speakers lining the grassy quad, listening to one of the most important historical figures in the fight to end Apartheid talk about justice for his people, and really, justice for us all.

This outfit reminds me of vintage Stevie Nicks, late 1970s, into the 1980s.

This outfit reminds me of vintage Stevie Nicks, late 1970s, into the 1980s.

Do I remember specifically what he said? No. Apartheid was alive and well at that time, but changes – albeit violent changes – were taking place. Surely he appealed for support in America, which he certainly got from his welcome at Davis. A little less than five years later, in February 1990, then President FW de Klerk announced the release of Nelson Mandela from prison and the dismantling of the Apartheid system slowly began. On April 27, 1994, the first democratic elections were held, with all people given the right to vote. Twenty-two million South Africans voted in the election, which resulted in a Government of National Unity being formed, with Mandela as president and de Klerk and Thabo Mbeki as deputy presidents.

How UC Davis was lucky enough to snag Tutu to speak, I’ll never know. But I’m grateful that I had the opportunity to see him in person and to hear him speak. One of the greatest gifts of a college education – outside of the wondrous learning and knowledge, the life-long friendships formed, and the mentoring by sage professors – is the vast experience the university exposes young people to. I remembered leaving Davis thinking how much bigger the university experience had made my world and realizing as I stepped into the next phase of my life how much bigger it would become still – and yet my time at Davis had prepared me for the coming expansion.

Retro yet modern: Sheer crinkled black jacket, patterned camisole, deep gray velveteen skirt, ruffled leather booties, and delicate and subversive jewelry.

Retro yet modern: Sheer crinkled black jacket, patterned camisole, deep gray velveteen skirt, ruffled leather booties, and delicate and subversive jewelry.

While Tutu, who survived a bout of prostate cancer in 1997, had begun entering retirement when he turned 79, eschewing all speaking engagements, he came out of retirement and gave the commencement speech in May 2012 to graduates at Gonzaga University in Spokane, Washington. Can you imagine telling people that Desmond Tutu gave your commencement address? He still, of course, supports a number of social issues, including gay rights, women’s rights, climate justice, and other humanitarian initiatives, such as the Soldiers of Peace project, which advocates for global peace. Tutu once famously said, “If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.”

Desmond Tutu turns 82 years old today. I wish him a happy birthday and peace on this day forward. I thank him for his service to his country and to the world, and for allowing me to hear hope in his voice 28 years ago to give me hope in the goodness of humanity and allowing me to feel the power in his voice that whatever evil and hatred exists in this world, we shall indeed overcome.

Vintage vibe: Carmela Rose bracelets, earrings, and two delicate necklaces; Elizabeth Ng antique Edwardian button ring (Abacus, Portland, ME); and reclaimed vintage rosary necklace (Feathers, Austin, TX).

Vintage vibe: Carmela Rose bracelets, earrings, and two delicate necklaces; Elizabeth Ng antique Edwardian button ring (Abacus, Portland, ME); Sundance stack of rings; and reclaimed vintage rosary and bone necklace (Feathers, Austin, TX).

Taking a deep breath

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Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two breaths.
– Etty Hillesum, young Dutch Jewish woman who died at Auschwitz and whose letters and diaries from 1941-1943 during the German occupation in Amsterdam was published posthumously in 1981.

Last week, when I was on business travel, I averaged about four hours of sleep a night. Time zone change, work, and other worries impacted my body clock. The upside was that I was very productive. One week later and my sleep pattern has not changed. I have a number of deadlines to meet and not enough time to meet them. I have issues at my daughter’s school – more on that in a later blog post – and under duress, I succumbed to Hot Tamales and Kettle Spicy Jalapeno potato chips.

Take a deep breath in a flowy outfit.

Take a deep breath in a flowing outfit.

My sciatica returned, as it always does when I’m stressed and under deadline, which usually means I can’t afford to take time away from work to go to my acupuncturist. Four applications of my trusty homemade rice sock, which is the original one that we made for when I was in labor with my now 13-year-old son, did the trick – and without missing a second of work.

Vintage inspired: Abacus earrings (Portland ME), End of Century cicada ring (NYC), Lava 9 pin and bracelet (Berkeley, CA).

Vintage inspired: Abacus earrings (Portland ME), End of Century cicada ring (NYC), Lava 9 pin and bracelet (Berkeley, CA).

I have multi-tasked as much as I could this week, pacing myself for the countdown next week. This evening, as I tried to catch my breath – my seasonal asthma seemed to have kicked in this week, too – I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Everything will be okay. This, too, shall pass. There are clearly worse things to be stressed about. The flames in my hair died down without dousing it with water. Another deep breath. Baba Ram Dass says that the quieter you become, the more you can hear. Another deep breath. I will meet my deadlines. I will return to peaceful sleep. And I will resolve my daughter’s school issues once and for all. Deep breath.

Navy and cream lace with dusty green pleats.

Navy and cream lace with dusty green pleats.

TGIF. Deep breath. Happy Friday to all!

TGIF, indeed!

TGIF, indeed!