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my mom always had a wonderful collection of glossy magazines around the house- the ones she’d take her time reading, letting them last as long as possible. the pages warping from the steam of the bathtub and wet fingertips turning the pages…
but they wouldn’t last long… i would find them, with my pen and my little hands- carefully writing ‘abcde’ through the crosswords- lightly.. thinking that it wouldn’t be seen.
she’d ask that i wouldn’t take scissors to her magazines until after she told me it was okay to do so… but that didn’t stop me from drawing on the models perfect faces- glasses and blacked out teeth… moustaches and horns.
watching the very first snow flakes of the year…
isn’t it funny that when you go over to someone’s house, they always apologize for how messy it is… even if it’s absolutely spotless. i’m obviously no different… and my house is never spotless.
(but i do try to make a point to at least scrub the toilet before company comes over…)
my beautiful friend created the shape of a home, a place of honesty and the art of everyday life. leigh and i sit and chat on webcam, our babes at our breast- mess and chaos in the background. almost almost like i’m sitting there with her in her home.. sigh, someday soon.
so now i’ll scrub the toilet, and let you in to my messy home.
