Exploring childhood memories, I’d like to reimagine the stories I think I know. A new twist on an old tale or perhaps a different perspective completely. I have to start with a stunner in those shades. Beauty Queen has a new daydream.
We’re all machines, complex codes of energy, waiting for our next protocol. Some days, I feel like I only have one battery of a duo going. I’ve had this vision in my mind since teenhood. Where’s my other battery gone off to? Belle needs more than this provincial life.
It’s finally happening. This dreamboat kitten’s staying up all nite and catching Santa in the act. Though, seriously, this is what cats are trying to do when they roll themselves up in your lights. I’m just glad it’s almost over, folks.
Made it through the holiday with only a food baby to moan about. One hot dish was the green bean casserole. It’s all about the homemade soup and gosh darn is it easy to make. Vintage Dolly had us making 6 different batches of cookies. Well, we both made a batch extra and only five people to eat them all. Cookie Monster was all too happy to be the hero and save us.
Prezzie from the bestie is a dandy; a new set of pens for doodling. Now I’m feeling all fancy poppet with my pen for every room of the house. They feel good for sketching.
Model can’t help being a mannequin, can I help being a spectator? Belle will never leave the providence. I suppose all she really wanted was a good read and there was a snazzy nook full in that airy abode. Were books just books in the castle or also innocent employees swept up into the curse of tween? Was the witch the wicked one? Now that story sounds familiar. Belle was only a damsel in distress (and thereby a stereotype of Stockholm) because of the witch’s curse on eleven year old Adam.
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