Titty Pink Picnic!

Have I talked about my aunt Elsie yet? She was my great aunt, sister to my great granny, the one who lived in the titty pink house with the sleeping porch, rhubarb garden and fruit cellar.

I generally [and lovingly, really, really lovingly] refer to her as, "my dead aunt Elsie" because, well, I'm not one to sugarcoat anything. She and I are joined by sign. Both cancers, both heavy into her costume jewelry and both [although I didn't recognize it much at the tender age of 8] pretty snarky. Love her. Miss her. So lucky she was a part of my life!
Last weekend my mom passed on to me another 'aunt Elsie' goodie. Her set of titty pink [sorry, I love that crass, crazy description of pink - do you think Crayola will ever go for it?] picnic cups. I can not wait for another sunny day to take 'em outside full of tea, or, well, whatever suits me at the moment [Tipsy Tuesday comes to mind...]. So I had to share.I'm going to root through some pics of my Granny Lena's house & her sister Elsie and share those later in the week. Until then, I hope your day tickles you pink!