I recieved a big manilla envelope in the mail. It was from Giuseppe and Stanley. There was no note, just some little perfume bottles and makeup and lotion that we had apparently left behind on the cruise ship. The writing on the envelope was like a messy kids writing. They wanted to return this stuff to us. Strange...
I was going to write down another dream, that I thought I had securely held in my brain, but now I'm blank. How do dreams come and go to our memories like that?- it's sort of spooky
Aren't dreams the strangest thing? I dream a lot and remember them well,...I often say I should keep a bedside journal and after a year... just figure out how to publish it as a weird book.
ReplyDeleteI've been scrolling backwards through your posts and enjoying all of your lovely ladies.... love the faces... I don't do much paper art.. but, on my dolls, the faces and particularly the eyes are what I love the best....