Pro dinner maker here….
Today I am wearing tights with one of my “omg this is too short to be a dress but to long to be a dress shirt” dress….never felt comfortable enough to do such things.
I get nervous about looking ridiculous…I mean feel free to give me a makeover and pamper me (never had that happen. Think it would be nice) but I don’t want to be a blurred faced fashion victim.
I am okay with quirky…..I like quirky. Not that I think I am….unless tutus over jeans count…..
Anyway….I am babbling about liking my butt/thighs today.
For now….. * twirls *
Girl BFF f/b’ed me this…..she knows….oh yes she knows!
We are excited for such things! I love books….smell, feel and weight.
New house would mean my library being up again…..tick’tock…..
Why wasn’t there an adult around to scold me about eating a peach at 12 am on a school night?!
Or rather a “responsible” adult around….
HOLY HOLY HOLY
THIS IS NOT OKAY
Reblogging. You know. For science.
Want in my face….right in my face!
Google is probably smarter then me… Normally I don’t over think things but my right foot is getting pretty terrible. I worry they are going to pin it to death….which means I might beep while going through a metal detector….
I am window shopping houses right now…and I shouldn’t be. Yet….
I would love a place of my own. No more renting or roommates. Just my own little cottage like, happy and comfortable, sweet and soft place.
I would love to be able to bake at midnight again…garden in pots….put up all of my pictures and candles, making as many holes in the wall as I want! A place where every room can be a different soft, warm welcoming colour and I have a softly lit library, with a million pillows on an oversize chair.
My house will smell like vanilla and cinnamon. There will be a beautiful, lovely deep romantic bubble bath.
In the summer I will have late night bonfires and early morning tea in my lush and living backyard full of colours of green and flowers.
Apparently pulling my shirt over my head and taking a sumo stance was the wrong way to react to there being no tea or toast…
I don’t think he gets my sense of humor…or I scare him. Still….not even toast!!
I would love one of these beauties….
Would deck her all out with streamers on the handles, a pretty wicker basket, jingle little bell and me in petti-coats all the time!
Should dig out my beast and make her into a pretty girl’s bike…has a basket at least.
Don’t have a change/clean shirt and there are no eggs. Becoming more and more disappointed with Sinday by the minute….
Might just walk over to the Nook….Although he made a face and a sound when I asked if it was far. Words….I like when people use words….and have eggs in their house, with coffee and toast….maybe a little cottage cheese….