there’s a new blue box to be had. complete with satin sashes and tissue galore. and baubles to bate one’s breath. making girls swoon globally. *note: these babies were nabbed from my new online obsession. Similar posts:back in blackit's friday i'm...
yesterday, amidst all the chocolate hearts and pink carnations i found myself in a familiar place: conflicted. a pickle of sorts. spout, spout, spout i spat my distaste for all things valentine and hallmark. but contrary is not a color i wear well. completely washes...
i love to read. always have. soon as i could link those consonants, vowels, verbs, nouns, conflict, character, resolution; i was a goner. while my friends were playing handball at recess i was convening with jo and amy. exotic vacations with the family i spent...
my toes-a-tippy are solely devoted to ballerina pointé, and deeper looks into the donut display. yet lately, my colleagues friends and i find ourselves begrudgingly walking with backs more upright, eggshells beneath our creeping feet, treading carefully on a landmined...
typically i’m not fond of february 14th. too much red {my color liked least} and too little spontaneity. hunky and i choose to celebrate everyday as valentines rather than designate one silly day. {pause for involuntary gag} but just in case, this one wacky year...
