Pirates and red velvet

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.