My posters smell like you and all my photographs, they are still young. I pretend I'm not hurt and go about the world like I'm having fun. I sing the body electric. Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind. I sing the body electric. Mary's swaying softly to her heart's delight.
It's no secret that one of my ultimate goals in life is to own my own shop, my own little high street boutique...a haven of beautiful things. I have folders brimming with tear sheets and sketch books loaded with notes and doodles with all the little details. I imagine this cute as a button shop with a French inspired shop front, a rattly old door with a mat for muddy feet...a stand for soggy umbrellas. I imagine rubbed down wooden floorboards layered with cosy shag piles and a resident cat!