Doc Watson, yo. Taken with my cell phone, at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass. We’re on our way back for the rest of the festival today, and I must I just say: Dolly. Freakin’. Parton. Later today. I’m going to keel over, just thinking about it.
Yesterday, there were sisters with sardonic expressions:
And there were sisters dancing:
And there was me, looking scary-weird:
Sexy, ain’t I? More tomorrow or the day after, lovies (tomorrow I start my new job, so I might be overwhelmed and exHOSSted tomorrow)