We have a traditional around these parts that is as American as apple pie, as boring as Pirates baseball, and as regular as grandma after drinking five gallons of prune juice. It is the annual Alexis-with-daisies portrait.
Every year I go out in my garden and pick a bunch of daisies, dress the kid in a white dress, and haul her cute little butt to Picture People to have her portrait taken. It's all a very carefully thought out plan, one that I will continue for as long as the kid will let me.
Last year I had trouble with the dress. It was truly ridiculous how hard it was to find a simple white dress in her size. This year I scored one a wee bit early. Let's just pretend that I didn't practically tackle the rack holding the white dress way back in March. Although, I did. Ahem.
This year I knew the challenge was more likely to be around the daisies. While I did transplant some from our old house to here, I didn't expect that there would be much in terms of bloom action. I was right. Honestly, though, I didn't think much of it. After all, they're just white daisies. I should be able to find them absolutely anywhere that sells flowers, right?
WRONG.
It took six grocery stores, two florists, and a HELL NO to spending $40 on them online before I finally got lucky. It's all water under the bridge, though, because I finally found them (at the first grocery store I ever checked, no less). My mission is complete and I now have these five portraits hanging together in my dining room:
