first and foremost. it seems i was a bit vague in yesterday’s cheetah post.
my tongue is still in my cheek dears. no, i did not really want that cat for my wedding.
maybe him. but not cheetah.
moving on……
sometimes this is my idea of dreamy.
but then i get a glimpse of those grey-green, blue, in just the right light, eyes of my hh, and my fantasy world resembles a scene more comme ça.
a little coffee, conversation, and confidence (pronounced “con- FY-dence”-let’s not lose our minds).
soon my inhalations take on a greater depth, and that awful tangerine noise machine i have inside my body, soothes into a misty mint green.
the clouds and i waltz anew.
happy weekend.
How do you do it Katie. The last photo and your words were perfectly in sync. Loved it. Happy 4th weekend to you my dear. Be safe & be well xx
May i borrow that trunk? Beautiful blog! Just perfect.
xx
Hello my friend, loving this poetry & photo reverie! I have been huffing & puffing and sweating with back aching–but not from chic workout classes–more like moving my entire studio. Sorry I haven't dropped by your blog recently, but the handyman and I have become joined at the hip and things I love like blog reading have gone out the window this week. Hoping you have a great 4th of july weekend!
xoxo Mary Jo