flower child

blow up

Sometimes I wish I’d have let the air our of my glow-in-the-dark inflatable chair and packed it away until now. I want another one. And my non-matching tie-dye pillow.

Oh, and my vintage chenille peacock blanket that my mother would hide when we had company. She always replaced that comforter with a plain pink one. Way to tramp on my style, mom.

peacock blankie

Maybe I plain want to be 8 years old again. Can someone make that happen?


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