some of my words are supposed to be on contented me today. i believe i was in a mood when i wrote them.
i was perhaps also in a mood when i wrote these, as well...
sometimes, words meant for uncle sugar make their way to the sweeterie. it happens. especially when he grows a beard. which takes him about ten minutes.
speaking of growing hair, wouldn't this loveliness be swell?
it's exactly my hair's texture and way it naturally wants to lean: thick stick straight. i've even placed my thumb over her face to be sure i'm not coveting her kissable lips and fat lashes.
i found it on it's mary ruffle. and speaking of my mary ruffle, her work schedule's turned up insane crazy full-stop mad. this keeps her away from her camera, which makes her sad. me, even sadder.
so we're thinking of a few guest t.ruffle girls. want to be one? think about it. mary and i will give you more details next week, ok? ok, then. see you, friends! xoxo.