I remember sitting in Harvard Square,
and having one of those moments,
Bliss,
this was the view while we ate,
clam chowder out of bread bowls,
and sipped Lattes,
on a crisp,
blue skied,
October afternoon,
This is where most of my shirts come from. You’d think I’d be more outdoorsy?
Hemingway, cats, wine, in black and white. You can hardly get more perfect composition.
My favourite romantic comedy. I can’t resist horse laughs and nervous, bookish Brits.
Home. In the Fall.
“The good ole hockey game, is the best game you can name and the best game you can name is the good ole hockey game”- Stompin’ Tom connors, Eh?
A perfect example of the straight butch.
Ditto. In case you didn’t recognize her, that’s Kate Hepburn.
Fools.
To illustrate my favourite quote: “Love-in a world where carpenters get resurrected-anything is possible”-Eleanor Of Aquitaine.
A spot to read.
My favourite actress. Fearless, sensuous, vulnerable.
Loneliness is under estimated.
A cup of Joe. Love old-fashioned Diner stuff and weird old expressions.
Words, have limits, that kisses do not.
That concludes this trip through my picture psyche,
for now…
Later girls,
BB
