This is Thomas, the French bulldog, and the cutest accessory, bar none. He appreciated the Project's slice of life but really dug the love and attention directed his way.
I'm tempted to say Baby got back here but only because she had a lot going on artistically awful people -- full-on yellow bag, party of a jersey with ruching, beading, sequins, applique and elegantly rolled 'do.
I ran into this amazingly talented family right off the bat before figuring out that their deft use of t-shirts was because they volunteered for the Project -- those are the official Ts. Yee gads, I'm an idiot. Onward. Obviously daughter is just show stopping in all regards. Mom made her skirt and the chestnut color together with wonderful bag and shoes against the bright blue -- my rods and cones jumped around. Even after finding out he was sporting the volunteer t-shirt, I like dad's decision to wear it over a white button-down. By the way, his music is some of the local artistry that's accompanying the photography. It's for guitar and oud. Pronounced ood. It's a 10- or 12-stringed, fret-less instrument that someone else played.
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