It's been a crazy week (so what if it's only Thursday) with the house guests/construction workers, 100-year-old dirt floating nonchalantly into my house through the "walls", feeding grown men 3 meals a day [I'll fill you in later], and you know, owning three children; so let's have some nice relaxy time together.
- I'm going to yoga tomorrow. That's exciting. Or calming. It's something, that's for sure. I'm pretty sure it involves breathing and not talking, so I'm in.
- My ma-in-law sent me about 2000 canning jars. Okay, maybe it's 100. But I'm going to can things. And probably put candles in 89 of them.
- I got some film developed. Like film film. From 6 years ago. My old apartment. My cat. The G, when we had just started dating. FLASHBACKS.
the kind that rewinds
my cat, back when she was on every. roll. of. film
The G, washing dishes. That was the entire kitchen right there. And where is that plant now?
My tiny illegal Christmas tree and an odd tableau
completely random shot at the old studio. When did I take this? While I was dancing?
my bestie, being pretty in a hotel. Why were we in a hotel?
skipping ahead- little V
skipping ahead again- trying to finish the roll of film
- Mae Cake was playing with my phone.
Good night, y'all.
