She chooses a red velveteen dress and matching sequined shoes this 4th of July morning.
Picture perfect to match a fresh feline face painting.
I choose my old straw hat and sensible shoes to wear with fading cotton shorts and a tee.
Together my granddaughter and I stand ready to catch flying pancakes at the annual breakfast by the old train station.
I catch both of mine.
She misses both of hers.
The chef places another pair directly on her plate, smiling.
I credit my successful catch on my shoes.
But somedays I wish I wasn’t so sensible.
Then I’d wear red velvet dresses too, and frame my face with paintings.
But I’d choose pirates for strength, in my masterpieces.
Just like my grandson.
I like the idea of strong women in red velvet.