Chelsea is home. She wants pancakes for breakfast.
French Husband is going on a bike ride though the sky is black waiting to rain.
Sacha feels sick to his stomach, and has a stack of homework.
I have decided that I don't like black anymore. For the first time in a very long time I have bought a dress that is not solid black, or beige or navy or grey or white, or brown... that is the first step in becoming a wild-one-eyed-blond-party-girl. DARE YOURSELF to go beyond even if it is just a tiny step in a different direction.
Blond hair & a wild color dress. The world feels different with such things.
I am thinking to buy a pair of boots. The last pair I owned was in the seventh grade. I remember wearing them when I won, "The goofiest in the school Award." I thought it was an honor.... and still do.
I am buying boots to honor my inner child.