she’s here, miss june. oh how i love the beginning of a new month. it’s like the start of a fantastic, gourmet meal and you’re at the helm of the menu. anything you want to eat, it’s yours. order up! but just remember whatever you order you...
i believe……Â i believe a carousel of sparkles ’round the wrist can take a dour mood into a jolly party. i never eschew the power of a bauble. i believe in the dawn. the emergence of a new day, a new sun, especially after a storm. it reminds me that...
mmmm. ew. aw. aaaahhh. um? yeah. NOT AGAIN!! photographic proof: in less than a week, that minx is eating yet another foreign object. this time the infamous stripper feathers took the fall. {expletive} we’re exploring the idea of boarding school for priscilla....
the way i see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain. ~dolly parton i knew there was something behind my coveting of a nice, nasty rainstorm here and there. how blessed am i for the colors of these magnificent rainbows and the lessons of storms...
friday happy to you m’loves. we’re expecting a glorious, moody, early spring weekend, full of mint green, misty, coastal mornings, warm coffee cups perpetually in hand, where the slower pace, and drowsy eye trumps fast, shiny cars and perfectly glossed...
