I’ve finally started scanning the Polaroids from my trip. I’ll be honest I did not take nearly as many as I would have liked. The thing about Polaroids is that you have all of these precious photos to hang on to. I guess that is part of the appeal but it can be tricky if you are as um… loosely organized as I am. I have one stash that I’ve scanned and the other set is around here somewhere. They are not definitely, permanently lost but they are definitely not in my hands either. *sigh* They’ll turn up. Until then I give you my friend Marielle.
Every time I bring up her name the person I’m talking to ineviteably ends up calling her Mariella. It’s Marielle. Okay now that we have that out of the way you can look at her pretty, smiley face. She’s so funny, always up for a laugh, never ever grumpy and super duper sweet. Pretty unbeatable combination I’d say.
Oh yeah, she even drove me to the Emergency Room in the middle of the night while I stayed with her. Did I mention she is also patient?