I thought I’d have a camping post for funny fashion Friday but I don’t really. Yes, she did put some funny outfits together but I didn’t really take pictures of them and the pictures I do have are not posed so you can see her outfit clearly. But go ahead and use your imagination, I’m sure you won’t be far off. If it was green, she wore it. The above fashion statement is thanks to some super sucking mud that she stepped into near the lake.
Here she is in the little town of Ferndale. This look fit right in with the rest of the townspeople. We were on an early morning mission to get coffee and a doughnut before Toby woke up. She loves loves loves this skirt my mom made her. I think she’d wear it every day if I let her. The boots are her special “camping boots” and the white socks are white because the pink ones were dirty.
I don’t know what to say about this outfit. It’s not that terrible but yet it is.
And lastly, the best outfit of all. Seriously, I can’t make this stuff up. This is all Bug. The hat and sweater are hand-me-downs that have been passed through the family all the way from the 70’s. My Grandma made this sweater and hat for my brother when he was THREE. Or maybe two, I’m not sure. He was a pretty big kid. Anyway the sweater has held up quite well, don’t you think? The flowered capri pants are hand-me-downs from Annalie. Her shoes are the fake crocs that won’t die. My Aunt Keren gave them to her a year ago and they still fit. She wears them every single day it seems like and yet they will not fall apart. I guess that’s a good thing. If only they weren’t so day-glow green… but then of course they wouldn’t be such a favorite.
Then five minutes later she found a lei in her dress-up drawer that matched. I guess it all makes sense…if you’re three.
When it’s cold, the best time to go to the lake is in the early morning before the wind kicks up. After a pancake breakfast we bundled up and went to go see what we could see. While we were there the sun slowly peeked out . Clouds drifted and as the day wore on it got brighter and brighter. Our spirits brightened with the day and soon it seemed like maybe our week at the lake wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
We fished some and then we decided it was warm enough to take a canoe ride. It was a bit awkward at first getting used to the life jackets. When you’re wearing one it feels like your mobility has been halved. It’s like you have this giant styrofoam box around your neck, probably not unlike what dogs feel like when they have to wear the cone of shame.
Things got so much better after that. We caught some fish! Bug relaxed. All was well with the world.
It was a great day. I sort of get it now about the fishing thing. It’s boring, not a lot going on but you feel perfectly relaxed and content. There’s nothing to do and nothing you can do but just sit there on the water and zone out on how beautiful everything is. Of course this was only our first day of fishing. I had no idea that everyday would be all about fishing.