jewels and pastry

Today my sister and I went to have breakfast at Tiffany's. We had sugar dusted pastries and coffee. It was a lot of fun. Even if we went too
early. Even if it wasn't even open yet. But we knew what we were doing. Another step to cross off my bucket list.

hello there mr postman

 

I woke up this morning to find I had received a visit from the postie with my two favourite publications sitting on the doorstep (luckily I have a
great postman who doesn't leave my mail out in the rain). His name is Bob and he reminds me of a fierce warrior. He is lovely. I can't wait to sit
& read them with a cup of tea - the perfect procrastination.

the start is here

 

I was thinking about how much fun I had when I was younger, not worrying about anything, like when cutting siblings hair was seen as a good
play activity. It didn't matter that your hair would never be the same again for weeks. That your mum had a melt down when she saw the pair
of you with hair all over the sink or that the other kids laughed because you shared similarities to Arnie Pye and Jane Lane. It didn't matter
because it had been exciting & eventful and dare say fun. I want to not worry. I want to have fun. Doing the things I want to do. Then capturing
it to remiss about later.