This was mostly just intended as a visual buffet for two. You and me. Now it’s a party.
Function doesn’t matter if you can’t walk yet. Fashion it is.
The scarf of my dreams is bottomless joy for five quid. Thank you H&M.
stairway to heaven
my lovable thunder thighs
baby bodysuits organized neatly
He who sits on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.”
Elissa had a baby, packed up her apartment, moved across the pond and settled in Scotland with her wee family. Her joy is back now. (It didn’t really go away in the first place. And yes, I wrote that in the third person. Lame and awesome all at once.)
you’re looking at fennel ice cream over olive brittle. yes - olive brittle.
the first victim on the changing table.