Friday, December 23, 2005

No. 7, taking to my heels and how we laughed.

1. The smell of No. 7 lippy, because it makes me feel as if I look beautiful.

2. The extra height from high heels.

3. Laughing at the poem Chris wrote to mark his leaving the company until my eye-makeup was quite ruined.

Invented recipe, gone to seed and co-working.

1. When I come down, she is making pancakes to an invented recipe. 2. I let the parsley go to seed. I regret the drooping bitter leaves that...