This house is pretty devoid of purple. You have to look close to catch a glimpse...
Washing my face.
Breakfast.
No sickies at the moment.
Mohawk.
Mani-pedi time.
Bits of chalk.
Hair bling.
The Girl is a fan too.
And she wears dresses with her jeans.
My brainwashing techniques are working. Bwahahahahaha!
Now if I can only keep her from picking the neighbor's flowers.
Kangaroo mountain.
In the hall.
Blooms on trees.
Have I mentioned that The Boy was conceived at a scooter rally in Austin.
Vintage memento.
A purple explosion.
Blooms on the ground.
My parents brought me momma elephant and her babe when I was in the hospital having The Boy.
I went into labor way too early. We weren't sure of the outcome.
It plays the theme to The Lion King. It brought my sick-with-worry-self comfort.
I knew deep down all would be fine. And it was.
Lavender Marge got ninja-swirly!
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We conclude Color Week tomorrow with earth tones. Grab your camera and go get all granola.