The aesthetically-inclined musings and cravings
of a creatively-frustrated individual in Brisbane,
who also enjoys playing with rocks, which she sells here. When she finds the time.



Sunday, 7 July 2013

This is why I'm broke no. 3

I have been so terrible. I am meant to be saving & pretending to behave like a grownup.

But just think! I'm going to sashay around a house filled with pot plants in these divine and ever so intricate Lonely knickers, holding a very large glass of red wine, singing to my googly-eyed black moors named Django & Ramona.


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