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; giddy still...
dahlings what are you plans for the forty eight hour holiday? dancing? drinks? dates? my plans aren’t set…..yet. i know there will be huffing and puffing, and tucking and squeezing. and that’s just when i’m on the clock. one thing i am craving...
only 241 pages, but what a punch packed. it’s been over a year since my hands held those haunting pages, but i’m still unstrung by mr mccarthy’s prose. a love story like none other i’ve ever read. a father. a son. the film stayed sincere to my...
