flax-golden tales: clandestine coffee
clandestine coffee Suburban witches meet in secret. Or as secret as suburbia allows, with its nosy neighbors and their curious, narrow-eyed stares. Jokes are made about broom closets, but it is easier this way.
clandestine coffee Suburban witches meet in secret. Or as secret as suburbia allows, with its nosy neighbors and their curious, narrow-eyed stares. Jokes are made about broom closets, but it is easier this way.
True confession: I sing the spelling of Mississippi to myself every time I type it. I had never been to Mississippi before and I was fortunate enough to have wonderful weather for my visit,
Am running around getting organized before heading to the airport later this afternoon, and look what just arrived, extremely well packed: Original art from The Night Circus cover by Helen Musselwhite, gift to me
Hi Internet! I have been away and off and about and becoming far too intimately acquainted with airports. I have had good intentions of blogging along the way but then my connectivity gets cranky
witness to the crime They took countless precautions, accounted for every possible variation. Everything was meticulously plotted down to the last detail and after that they even waited until the weather was absolutely perfect.
Massachusetts has welcomed me back with hair-frizzing humidity & pouring rain. I think it might be mad at me. But other than the weather it is a lovely (if short) respite from living out