Oh hai, dandelion wishes.
There are many reasons I am neglecting you this week. To name a few;
french people, birthdays, self portraits, self portraits, self portraits, costa coffee beats starbucks, but starbucks sandwiches are better, true blood, true, blood, pdf's coming out of my ears, band zines and covers, and release dates, melon sorbet, mumford and sons, trying to get everybody I know to either buy mumford and sons or watch true blood, or take self portraits.
I have lovely new tights, a front room that is half decorated, dior mascara, and a desperate longing to buy a d90. The Frenchie lives in wales now, and it is good to know we can sort things out as we always seem to do.
I've sent you a flickr video of random out take self portraits, and wish you well in your true blood abstinence. I couldn't believe it when you dared suggest giving up True Blood. You are weird for not liking it my sweet blog, but I won't hold it against you. Just you wait till season 2 comes out, dear dandelion. You will be sucked in like the rest of us.
It was good to hear of your WIP project, but I was sad to see if fall to the wayside. Maybe that is something you can try picking up again some time soon? Oh, and what about that tie-dyed fruit tea thing you were talking about?
I must dash now. Things to do, Peep Show to watch. A bed to fall heavily into.
I bid thee fare well, and I shall communicate with you again soon.
Not much love,