Farmers market visits are a standing appointment for Saturdays in our family. We usually choose one of two in the area, and my oldest is known by many of the vendors (so well that they ask about her 'matoes.)
Of course, today was no different. Running behind, I opt to race out the door, sans shower, hair haphazardly slicked back into a ponytail, ratty T-shirt on. By the time we'd get there, it'd be close to 9:30, when your options start to radically drop off.
Today, of course, was the day the local newspaper's photographer came by. And, being an ex-journalist, I know far too well that the cute babies and puppies shots never fail. So yes, the happily shopping toddler and disheveled mom have been captured for all posterity. Nice!