My arms are actually sore from knitting. Is this normal? Hahaha, this never happens with crochet…
Sometimes I miss the pain of being in love.
Sometimes all I want out of life is to live in an old farmhouse with a haunted attic.
I’ll have sheep and alpacas so I can spin my own yarn and a giant garden out back.
And one room just for storing whiskey.
A happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there, whether you’re a mother who’s now a grandmother, a new mother, a mother-to-be, or a mother who’s in the middle of the adventure that is motherhood: you are amazing. And most importantly, happy Mother’s Day to MY mother.
Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia
Up in my bedroom
I got up to wash my face
When I come back to bed
Someone’s taken my place