the last two days have been a lesson in holding my tongue; actually more like hoover damming it. i’ve been on set finishing up a webseries, filming scenes poolside. luckily for me and my cheese plate fetish, my character is of professional dress: conservative...
yesterday morning, while turning the pages of my sunday times, yes, i still read my paper in paper form: black inked finger tips, loud rustling pages flapping in the porch wind, occasionally catching fire from my fresh cut grass scented table-top candle, causing mass...
sorry natalie. i know you’re getting a baby out of your swan lake, maybe even an oscar too. but you’ve got nothing on these birds. {it is worth watching until the end….} wednesday happy loves. Similar posts:downward katieraise your fist if you're...
good morning m’loves. how was your weekend fancy? i finally caught the rest burned on my brain after 38 hours of non-stop push. like a miraculous well of fresh water in an arid, parched desert; i wolfed that nap greedily and hungrily down. hours later, pillows...
dears by the time most of you read this, i will be reaching my 28th hour of wakefulness. that’s actually a misrepresentation. wakefulness implies eyes bright and energy bursting. alas, i am neither. a middle of the night call time has rendered me limp and...
nothing against the other nominees, but the the ivy must be serving funny mushrooms in that grilled vegetable salad. how else could such colossal neglect have occurred? the tom ford gown alone would have been enough to get her on the ballot you buffoons! best dressed...
