i just. can’t. shake. the stormy waters in my heart. the keyboard waits…..and waits,….and waits for me to say something fetching. nothing to type. no fancy pants to fashion me gaga, girly, and giddy. this lump here in my throat has grown roots and...
Who has not sat before his own heart’s curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart. -Rainer Maria Rilke many despicable scammers are already out there taking advantage of this horrendous tragedy. Â the following (2) are trustworthy: — Texting HAITI...
i am twirling over these ruffly panties!!! you can buy them AND the matching corset (if you dare, you saucy kitten). i want a DOZEN, all in lavender. and then i want to prance around (behind closed doors of course) in my frilly pantaloons, edith piaf blasting, hair...
first time i saw them (ali wentworth’s home in elle decor) i swooned. i mean how perfect?! pretty much a tailored beanbag right? i coveted my own ginormous lilac pouf. i fantasized crossing my ladylike ankles (fantasy here people) atop said leathered fancyball,...
oh my! don’t you just love open weekends that just melt seamlessly from no plans set, let’s see where the hour takes us to ….well isn’t this delightful and unexpected? this morning i found myself making snow angels lying in bed; Â giddy still...
