Something that has been on my mind recently is the nature of social media to enrapture us in someone else’s story.
Greetings! There is a fair chance that if you have taken a moment of time to read this post (at which I humbly thank you) that you have familiar with my blog(s) for the last year and a half. To those of you new, welcome!
Trumpet sleeves and bell sleeves will probably die as a trend in the next year or so, but it’s one of those styles I’ve loved forever…
I am not a poet. For the life of me I can’t hear meters, even if I read if for hours knowing what it is.
I’m not sure when my love of hats started, but I can remember owning and wearing anything from bucket hats to vintage caps growing up.
It had been an agitating Monday, so Static took a walk to clear her head.
The date was perfect until they walked through the revolving door.
Contrary to her reasonable nature, Stranger had kept count of the months since she had gone to find the island in the mist.
Sender was returning home and decided to take the short cut.
She had just returned Herb Gardens for Beginners to Mrs. Potters, the elderly garden enthusiast who lived a block and a street away.