By the way those are heart pockets. I’ve worn hearts on my butt, my thighs, and now all I want is to wear them on my boobs because of Starr’s inspiration blog and the time she posted about Vivetta and then I became greed, the thing.
How can you not when someone in the world has made this and taken a picture of it:
I want that on my body and also other unspeakable things.
love your blogs–both of them–which i just discovered.
your new room seems to have all the fixins of the typical french rental: shabby chic armoire made out of violin-type wood that would fetch a hefty sum in the states but here in France is found at every brocante, patterned tiles (you’re lucky, you got the Spanishy ones), lack of perpendicular spaces, funny door handles that are spaced way too close to the edge of the wall.
didn’t know you got to see Ariel Pink and buy victorian vintage. jealous!!
I hope you feel better soon…
-marianne
YAY, another blog, more of you to love.
I have to say, whatever you write I like it, but I think this kind of writing of you is super endearing because your personality really seems to sparkle through (not that you other kind of writing, if you can classify is as different, doesn’t).