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Nightwalk over to me


Lazy rain infested afternoon = lounging and painting, tea-drinking and singing songs about my boyfriend (the kind I'd only subject him to hearing), more painting and lounging, and boohooing over shoes I wish I owned.

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Alex said…
I'm singing girlfriend songs, too! You look so beautiful on our 1.5 year anniversary!!!
Anonymous said…
i love your blog and art so much!
Anonymous said…
wunderful. cool lip color!
Blicious said…
love this pic! hot!

xoxo
b
diane said…
My jaw dropped when I saw those shoes. What is UP with Jeffrey Campbell this season? Have you seen his wood block heeled shoes in Urban Outfitters? They're sick. I think they're wearable art.
Anonymous said…
Sounds lovelyyyyyyyyyyyy. My bf literally walks away when I start singing (cheekily of course) lol. Im sure you 're mUCH better ;)

Eeli x
fabulousjunk said…
gorgeous... makes me want to be a brunette

-becks
http://fabulous-junk.blogspot.com

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