It's not like this hasn't happened before. I started writing, in vintage orange beads from Paris, (I know, oo-la-la) when I took a break to look at pictures from our weekend trip. Not sure I like the outfit I was wearing, usually a go to. I look plumply ruffled, like I'd been riding on a train for fourteen hours. I try it on, stand in front of the mirror to see if it's the clothes or the camera. I don't know, maybe it's the camera angle. I catch myself teetering on the precipice of self-loathing. I comment to my daughter and immediately wish I could take it back; not wanting her to hear a dialogue that only perpetuates style over substance. She is beautiful, from the inside out and I don't want her to ever feel less than because of my spewing such nonsense into the universe. So, I am going to try to be more mindful in what I say. Back to blogging in...
vintage orange beads...a girl can change things up now and then...can't she?
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