our first time metamorphosis was hosted by rose arianealso! let's have a look at what we are talking about four years down the road... and although i started out doubting the challenge, an early morning pinterest walk got me inspired.
when to bed, curling up in a tiny pool of warm sheets and soft bedding, atop a well comfortable mattress, i feel in sheer heaven. indulging in that trusted mass of cotton, wool and expectation is a thing to look forward to every night.
every year, for many years, my mr. valentine has no inkling as to behind which door i'm at, for he's passed my house repeatedly, with little hope of a return. it sounds bleak, but don't let my blab fool you! i love my mr. valentine {unknown}, and one day, yeah?
i first 'mis'heard the expression {of sixes and sevens} when julie covington conquered the world in her fragile 'don't cry for me, argentina'-voice. were you lost in that world of power and deceit? i hummed that complete musical well into the eighties, i was smitten!
