Wednesday, May 5, 2010


I have this vivid memory of a Chapman's ice cream bucket full of clothespins. Accompanying this image is the sound the pins would make as they hit the plastic walls when my mother would pitch them in. There's a pale-blue, floral print sheet rippling in the summer breeze, and I'm running around the yard trying to kill time before a barbeque dinner.

April 2010

2 comments:

ria said...

beautiful memory.

kat said...

Love it x30