Graduating from grad school – my roommate and dear friend Jen and myself, in our kitchen. My dad took this photo. Or no … my mother did. I think that’s my dad over to the right.
Graduating from grad school – my roommate and dear friend Jen and myself, in our kitchen. My dad took this photo. Or no … my mother did. I think that’s my dad over to the right.
I love the floral dresses peeking out from your robes.
I know – what, did we call each other to coordinate??
I hate my shoes. Old battered nun shoes. But for some reason I loved them. So comfortable.
sheila — If it makes you feel any better, I had basically that EXACT pair of shoes — and they WERE comfortable.