Remember that squirrel from yesterday? Well, he’s making himself known. This is what I woke up to this morning:
Bastard. This means war.
But since it was raining when I got home from work, war will have to wait a day. In the meantime, purple nails are going to be the most creative painting of the day.
I like writing, photography, reading, music, design, typography, paper products, days in the seventies and sparkly snow, Spanish wine and cans of PBR. I spent a year in Córdoba, Spain, working as a language and culture assistant through the Spanish government, traveling, and writing about it here. I now live in Montana, where I like to go exploring, take pictures of my food, write letters, dream of far-off places, and think about concepts of home.
[...] and the purple nails I mentioned yesterday. [...]