Where's my flag boy?

M was a bit grumpy tonight when I got in. Might be to do with the approaching wedding. Dunno. So I got her to put on some purple feathery headwear for a laugh. As you can see she was in stitches.

This is a sort of primer for the trip to New Orleans we are planning. It might be next year, it might be the year after. It might be in ten years. But it will happen. I want to see me some Mardi Gras Indians and join in the Second Line...