i once had a perfect pink bike. i got it my senior year to ride to work after school. i loved that bike. someone (pdubs) made fun of it mercilessly. i didn't realize just how much he didn't like it until it was "accidentally" sold in our garage sale a few years after being married. i never quite recovered. i don't think he knew just how much i liked it. but now all is well. i found this old bike at a garage sale for $5. my gracious husband took it all apart, sanded, greased, painted it pink, bought new parts, put it back together and voila!!! it is even better than the first one! it is the best bike ever!
we had a lovely ride down the street.
so happy.
this was just down the driveway. not safe. don't do it. just had to test out that vintage basket. i didn't have a fresh bouquet of flowers or a baguette so i thought a cute baby would do.
all was great until......this happened. the evening before her big recital.
btw... this is L and not little S. she didn't fall out of the basket or anything. she did cry when i took her out tho.
L did just fine. we cleaned her up, bandaged the toe and went to bed. she hobbled around a bit, but did just great in the recital.
