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from the V&A to piccadilly circus
to emergency buy myself a new pair of sandals
and foot lotion. overheated feet! |
vacation. it is such a dreamy word. it laughs in the face of the rain pouring down outside our window. fair deuce. i love pouring rain.
vacation is the only time i ever start a scrapbook, months before the vacation, as a source of inspiration. i hardly ever take it with me, on the trip. and it seldom gets finished afterwards. that's my style, 'afraid. on behalf of scrapbooks, that is.
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my walk from dulwich park
to horniman's grounds in lewisham |
in the soon-to-happen year of 2012, yours truely has decided against extensive traveling. i will not city trip. i sometimes do not practice what i preach, but this coming year, i want to invest holiday money in a pro cooker or fridge. it's either one thing or the other.
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coming back
gazing at the white cliffs of dover |
leafing through my latest {last summer} scrapbook, i have also decided to scrapbook travel instead and finish a collage book already.
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london skies are poisoned of 'em
♦ planes ♦
[south london area] |
above are a few tracks to my last teeny weeny couple o' days spent in london. as you can see, many pages unfinished. as you may well gather, plenty of completion ahead. {all tracks open to a click}
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the one thing i always settle straight off
is the {hard back} outside cover.
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i will now head towards greta's adventurous ship and go see what she means by vacation. perhaps she gives away what mummy wouldn't say??!! la la lala la...☻
