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The evenings finally dropped enough to make a long hot soak feel worth it. Filled the tub, got in, and then got very distracted. Want to see how that ended?
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The evenings finally dropped enough to make a long hot soak feel worth it. Filled the tub, got in, and then got very distracted. Want to see how that ended?
Bike festival weekend is coming and I'm tuning my ride up on the patio while the light goes soft. My shorts have opinions about this position. Tell me you'd hand me that wrench.
Market weekend left me with a mountain of towels to wash before the bike festival crowd rolls into town, and folding them warm straight out of the dryer is quietly my favorite part of the job. Tell me you'd stay and help fold.
The winter farmers market season kicks off today and I'm still packing crates — amber bottles of oil and scrub covering every surface, and I always bring too many. Come find my table and tell me which one you'd want rubbed in first.
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The whole town's in costume tonight and I picked the only outfit that never makes it out the door — red, and not much of it. While everyone else is out dancing, I'm behind my locked door taking this night very slowly. Unlock it and tell me which of us is having more fun.
Saving my energy for tomorrow's parties felt like a waste of a perfectly good patio. Tell me what you'd do if you found me out here like this.
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Halloween eve and I'm skipping every party for the one thing I actually want tonight. Door's locked, lights are low, and I let the camera catch all of it. Want to see what I did instead of dressing up?
The Day of the Dead celebration takes over Tlaquepaque this weekend and my costume is finally past the maybe stage. The marigolds went on before the dress did. Tell me it works.
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Midweek mornings are for keeping my skills sharp, and some skills I refuse to let get rusty. I let the camera stay while I knelt down and took my time. Unlock it and see exactly how patient I can be.
Craft fair's done, every bottle's sold, and now the table that pays the rest of my bills gets me all to itself. The oil's still warm and I'm in no hurry. Tell me where your hands would start.
The Oak Creek craft show opens today and my work room turned into an oil bottling line overnight. I'm running on tea and stubbornness at this point. Come keep my hands company?