Julia Peterson makes me laugh.
On Labor Day, my friend Julia drove through Holland on her way back to Chicago and we got to see each other for the first time since June. We sat outside of Lemonjello's and caught up on the first day of September that really felt (and smelled) like fall. After a long and much needed conversation over snicker-doodles and lattes, I told her I wanted a picture of her for my blog. She didn't want a picture by herself and sarcastically suggested she pose with the random pink moped that was hanging out next to us. The first picture is of Julia contemplating whether she should actually do it, and the second is the execution. Gosh I miss this girl.