When you have a best friend like Harriet, life can be difficult. That’s especially true if you’ve known each other since the diaper age. I don’t like to be noticed too much. Harriet is (and I say this lovingly) more flamboyant than has ever been right for any moment.
On this particular day, Harriet and I were shopping for something to wear to her grandson’s wedding. We were modeling, in front of each other and the mirror. I was trying to decide between two dresses. Harriet had already chosen hers, and apparently mine.
“Harriet? Are you sure this is me?” I asked.
“Of course it’s not you Ruthie. But, at our age, who cares?”
This week’s photo prompt is provided by S. Writings.