Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

We had an area Blythe meet by the pier in Santa Monica and everyone was baked but not in "that" way. The sun came out just for us and slowly roasted everyone alive until everyone was sweaty and disgruntled. Yay! I had fun.

Some people:


More people:


No one else seemed to have taken any pictures and the ones I took were mostly an afterthought and are primarily of my own dolls which I see every day so they're not that exciting.

In other news, I was told my office walls were bare so I brought in my Jordan Crane print, below the dark water, only to be told that it was "inappropriate." So the hunt continues. Perhaps something that looks tame but is secretly morbid instead of just blatantly morbid.


How is that inappropriate? Sheesh, some people.