Monogrammed Onesie, originally uploaded by MaggieMason.
Old life: “I think I’ll embroider the baby’s initials on these onesies!” New life: “I think I’ll chage my clothes today!”
Famous among dozens
Monogrammed Onesie, originally uploaded by MaggieMason.
Old life: “I think I’ll embroider the baby’s initials on these onesies!” New life: “I think I’ll chage my clothes today!”
Cupid, originally uploaded by MaggieMason.
Uncanny, no?
I finally loaded the rest of the Iceland photos.
Bryan left me at a cafe while he went to make photocopies. I didn’t have a book with me, so I took photos of all the bikers who passed.
A brief catalogue of the cookies that came with my hot beverages.
Turns out that mind-blowing sex is, in fact, the same in every language.
Also, a fantastic headline from a Time Out Amsterdam article on the singles scene:
“Hope Springs Nocturnal”
We just left Iceland, home of crystalline light, inexplicably tasty licorice, and the dreamlike Blue Lagoon. On the day we visited, the water was white-blue and iridescent, like the inside of an abalone shell. It’s warmer than a bathtub, and the steam is a dense fog between you and the people around you.
The salty water makes it easy to float on your back and feel the cool air on your face. It’s so relaxing that you have the urge to drool. Bryan has flying dreams, but I have swimming dreams. Floating there was like living in that perfect hour just before waking, when your brain is set to Happy and you have time to sleep in.