My latest Shenanigan looked familiar but I couldn't place her until T asked me if she was a Koshari.
Never one to like clowns – most of them malicious rather than mischievous, if you know their history – I nonetheless find these fellows totally charming in an endearing, goofy way.
Maybe it's the wild get uppery and the cornstalkish hair they sport.
My Amish Girl has an extreme 'do, as well. Her locks are more or less covered up per religious instruction and the dogma of her own tribe.
I’m off on a goofy adventure of my own this weekend. Won’t you join me Sunday for a chorus of “From the Sacred to the Profane”?
Candace, Still In Athens.