mandag 15. september 2008
Does anyone live around here?
After a quite exhausting weekend, I was thrilled to escape. There is no better place to do so than my summer house. Dressed up in one of the 15 straw hats we store there, my grandpa's sweater, woolstockings and paint-stained wellingtons I finally felt comfy and relaxed. I decided to go for a walk in my vagabond outfit. And there, all alone in the forest except for a little mouse, I missed people.