Friday Flashback: Husband Edition (in which I share two rare sightings of Ken being crafty)

Once upon a time, I worked at a summer camp. So did this guy name Ken. And, SPOILER ALERT: we got married after a few years.

Anyone who has ever been to camp knows that Arts ‘n’ Crafts is a main component of the camp experience.

And at our camp, Kenny had to help on occasion with crafts. These are some of his favorite camp memories, I’m sure.

Here’s Ken making one of his infamous “brown lanyard specials” (you’d get double or triple the length, or in some cases, miles long pieces of lanyard string IF you chose brown) and expressing his excitement at rinsing out tie-dye (and sporting  it well himself).

Miss those days.

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Chaco Tan Lines (in which I make you long for summer by sharing photos of my feet)

Late January to March is not my most favorite time of year. Don’t get me wrong; I love celebrating MLK day and President’s day with the best of them, but I really like the sun and warmth. Remind me of this when I complain about my car’s lack of air conditioning next summer.

Therefore (and because of my appalling lack of creativity during this time of year), I’d like to share some summery photos from years gone by. Namely, I’d like to share some photos of my Chaco tan.

Warning: The following photos may disgust you. And that’s okay.

Except for this one. You are not allowed to be disgusted by this beautiful photo of my favorite place on Lake Michigan.

During the days of my youth, I spent several summers working at a camp on this gorgeous place. Those three months (times 5 summers) were (for lack of a better word) fan-freaking-tastic.

My uniform consisted of tie-dye, athletic shorts, and Chaco sandals. It was perfect.

The sandals, however, did result in a pretty wicked tan line, since they were basically an extension of my body while at camp.

See exhibit A, taken in early July in 2010.

(Do you see how cool my job was?!?)

Here’s exhibit B, taken at Grand Haven in mid-August 2010.

Unfortunately, that blinding skin color is my current skin color all over. Pasty, pasty white. It’s winter, after all, and I’ve worked in a cubicle for the past 17 months.

I’d revert to my camp uniform in a heartbeat if I didn’t think it would result in both frostbite and a reprimand from Human Resources.