Yay-Saying

For the record, Mr. Bleu expressly disliked trying to capture these shots of me tossing my scarf into the air and more than once asked me to please stop. I refused. I knew what I wanted and what I was going for and I didn't want to give up. Buuuut, it was early and cold and there was a lovely, warm coffee shop just adjacent to us where they roast their own beans, wafting its inviting odors our way and Mr. B's gaze was repeatedly drifting that way. It is a wise person who takes the advice of her friends, but there is also a measure of wisdom in knowing when to follow your own heart, your own gut feelings, because you have a vision that no one else...