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.
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.
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.
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