Cholita is always in formal attire, so it's rarely a photo-worthy moment. This morning though, I was impressed with the addition of the tissue paper peplum (thanks for the correct term, Teresa) held together with a lavender hair bow. She said she was on her way to the ball. While I focused the camera, her expression became so far-off and dreamy that I just had to ask:
"Cholita, are you thinking of the prince?"
"No," she said. "I'm thinking of the mice that made my dress."
The family vernacular for tidbits of food left on a plate after a meal, as in, "I'll give my scravings to Charlie," or "I CAN have dessert. This is just scravings." It seemed an appropriate word for the little morsels thrown out on our blog. Sometimes tasty, sometimes destined for the dog dish.