Mélancolique.

Sitting in a big loose shirt listening to Edit piaf in front of the half open window and a light hot wind thrashes my face. I picture I my mind how I am a beautiful women in France about the 20century. How I love make everything so dame romantic! Think it’s because the mood in my stupid little brain.

Yesterday I made these shoes for my dear little Ginny. I have sent her head for face up now so when I have it again I will show you her.