Sunday, April 23.
Met a pack of Maltese frolicking at the park.
At first, we thought they were for sale. Then, the owner approaches us. He tells us they are all his with tenderness in his voice. 90 more words
I come back on WordPress with a topic that I have never written about or discussed with anyone before: brooches and vintage.
When I was little, I used to stare at my mother’s amber brooch and I remember I used to love looking through it so much that it really calmed me down. 252 more words