While I don’t necessarily enjoy photo taking, it does lead to sticky fingers.
Sometimes I’m standing outside the bathroom looking in. I do a little turn and think, “this would make a good selfie moment.” I’m getting ready for the day and decided to snap the photo instead of just thinking about it. I realized, too, that I live in controlled mess. You get a peek of the …
I’m soft, like the artful paintings of old. A Venus? Rubenesque? Soft curves and a dallying, lazy pose. Come recline with me.
