Reunited and it feels so good

 

As we've done the last three years, we rang in the Fourth of July with the mega-parade in Pittsfield, MA. At two hours long and with participants from as far away as Maryland, it's a big parade and lot for smaller people to sit through in blazing heat.

The night before we left for the States I stayed up all night long doing some last night sewing. We had to leave for the airport at 3:30am, so it wasn't that much later than I sometimes stay up working. The priority was making Maia's Fourth of July dress because although I always cut and bring a bunch of projects to finish here, I have a hard time actually doing it. That sunshine is irresistible.

Jamie wore his questionably feminine stripey Dolman, and looked as masculine as could be.

Even Steven and I red-white-and-blued it up. I'm wearing my Colette Parfait, and received an unsolicited 'Nice dress' from the man who served us our lunch. I resisted the urge to tell him how the waistband has semi-circular under-bust drag lines.

We love us some Shriner wheelie action.

If you look closely in my Dad's glasses, you can just about see Maia looking Fifty Shades of Grumpy. Hot hot heat and prolonged parade watching non-withstanding, she'd been seriously pining for her cousin, Isla, who had flu last week and remained in Boston.

This tale has a happy ending, however, as the girls were reunited after the parade. This is the moment they clapped eyes on each other. Had I rotated camera left, I would have captured the demented glee on Maia's face.

Much like this. They compared height...

And then they were off.