Sometimes I dream I own a cottage by the beach. The walls are whitewashed and the floors creak. There are three typewriters. One of them works. Croissants and chocolate for breakfast followed by a morning walk in a dress just like this one from Suzabelle.
So maybe I live in Provo where beachside cottages are hard to find. Maybe my ONE typewriter is too functional to be poetic. You know what I *do* have? Croissants and chocolate and my suzabelle dress. For this shopgirl that is just enough.
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