I feel in every girl there is a spirit,
a wild pixie,
that if let go,
would run and dance in grassy fields
until the end of the world.
And then that girl grows up,
that pixie hides,
but it's always there,
peeking out behind old eyes
and reading glasses,
For those who asked- here is a wider view of this little vintage chest. It’s a charmer with hand painted details like pretty little flowers and a pop of color with that teal. But what I love most- the curvy legs and carved details. It’s actually part of a
Got up early this morning to tackle a bit of work - and that means pouring another cup is definitely on the agenda. And is anyone else super frustrated with the latest ig update? Trouble with tagging, replying to comments and when editing, half the time i
