In our neck of the woods, there is no ‘his room’ or ‘her room’, no man cave, and no she cave neither. Well not that I know of anyway.
The Festival of Sin is coming to a rapid end and that gives you, oh wide eyed shopper, a little less than three days to head on over and commit pick up some fabulous finds.
Good early morning or late afternoon depending on your taste. Welcome to yet another, Sunday Sevensies. Think of this as your Sunday morning newspaper edition. Only fluffier.
“A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved except in memory.”