A weekend at my parents’ is always a basin of creations. Cutting and sewing (ok, ok, I only watched and supported) all the afternoon brought me a new dance skirt and a beautiful belt-to-be (did I already talked about my dance obsession?)
Today is the departing day, always difficult, but now I have a real home to reach when I go back.
Writing something every day starts to be heavy, and I’m only in the second quart of my project :)
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