I first saw her in December. She was perched on the pavement, sunlight bathing her features, flowers in her hair. She had a look of calm, clean beauty about her and I was smitten. But I never thought she would be mine. I watched her through January, planning and scheming ways to entice her into my world. Her beauty was dazzling but I began to see that her style was not to everyone's taste...maybe she was within my reach after all? I told my friends about her, praised her character and charm to the skies; they all agreed that she was perfect for me. I dreamt of dressing her in pretty fabrics, buying her trinkets of colour and light, and spending my nights safely esconced in her embrace. In February I finally found the courage to approach her. Then, somehow, before I knew it, promises were made and she was mine! Want to see her? Here she is... .
The trail from here - all the little things that make living at home as much of an adventure as flinging oneself to far off corners of the world.