Sunday, September 18, 2011


What could possibly be better than your best friend surprising you with a private FRENCH picnic in a pile of pillows and blankets on top of a parking ramp? I don't actually think anything could be better than this:

pellegrino, bread, fruits, cheese, salami, pesto, glove

Meg's brand new/used picnic basket. Crowded closet rawks.

I heart you.

Whoa. Must've been good.


1 comment:

  1. I love you! I also love that our home has tea party and picnic accessories for any impromptu event.