Why I can't stop: I have to share a bed
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
mr. and mrs. jones
About Me
- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
4 comments:
Sorry to add this, as I love Poly. But remember the white enameled throw-up pot, with the red trim??
Like, maybe you could lend it to Nicole. See CCS.
I am glad Poli is safe and has come out of the closet.
that looks like a pretty safe room mate the bed looks very inviting too so how does all this play into your new smokeless life? pictures keep getting better.
guess i missed the point cba is right on as usual ... really that is a a great composition with the warm pillows and the cool sheets in the foreground and the sweet soft Poly in the middle all creating tension with the geometric wall and radiator... you have an innate sense of these things after years of looking and seeing
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