As a child, for fun, and before I had any real understanding of the value of a dollar, I would clean out my mother’s weighty bag and keep the change as a reward.
On my last visit home we replayed this tradition but traded pennies and lint for pumps, and tales of styles past. Among rummaging and reminiscing, I spotted these boots that went on for days. ‘Those were my favourite’ she announced excitedly, referring to the higher than thigh italian boot, instantly making them infinitely better.
My most precious belongings are infused with her goodness. I would wear her if I could. . . as in an eternal hug not a coat made of skin
this post is dedicated to all the bloggers out there who have made the perfect post... but when it came to saving it, you deleted it. became fed up, and now just post the pictures...
it was such a good post. aaaaaa it talked about how in sarahs past life she was a turntable and thats why she has the marantz miracle. but you kinda have to read it to understand.
more meat later. . . before the clock strikes midnight a brief but heartfelt happy birthday to two bizbiz favourties, teen witch and blonde beauty, we got lots of love for you
For the past few years I have had the pleasure of attending the fireball, a celebration of all things good and kind. You can always count on many deliciously flavored foods and nostalgic bar mitzvah-like tunes.