Finally close the door
you'd left open wide
locked it for me inside
lay me down
count me out

watch out it's on you
there's worse ways to see it baby
set a fire and watch it burnin'
come here sit next to me
I'll tell you about a dream

i'm looking out on the world
I see it through your eyes
burn you down
bury you

i tried to see it plain
there's worse ways of getting here
you don't hear me complainin'
i'll tell you of every dream
i'm holding for you and me

look out now it's all new
those colors are fading
outside the wind is howlin'
stop talkin', listen to me
I'll tell you of every dream

- the walkmen

The day Niamh left on a jet plane. I'm gonna miss that last-minute-Betty.

Boxes of art / Fruit of the Soul supplies, and I was just thinking about what I could get rid of in a rummage sale. Things have their place, and that's usually where I set them down. For the most part I remember, "it's in the left drawer next to______ & under _______." ---but I'm currently puzzled as to where my Happiness Project book has been hiding. I'll find it. It must be under all this stuff.

I can't find anything in my mess

Printing

Blood Orange Totes

Reminiscing over old school buttons