When I was a little girl, my mom told me that my freckles were actually where angels had kissed me as an infant. Maybe that’s what all moms say, but I didn’t buy it. I remember hating them; those angels had really gone to town on my shoulders and got me pretty good across the nose as well. In my oh-so-mature adulthood, I’ve reconsidered my feelings on the little buggers. I thought I’d end the week with these images of lovely ladies, rocking their freckles like the latest fashion accessory.
I’m off for a snow covered weekend in the Poconos with my entire extended family. I’m looking forward to one last weekend of (hopefully low key) holiday parting, before I get really serious about this whole 2013 thing. Have a beautiful weekend and Happy New Year!