I like to think of myself as a visual poet. It feels so fancy if put like that, I know.
I am obsessed about colors, light, smells and words.
Silence inspires me.
Everything I do is moved by a passion.

I am deeply in love with my best friend and husband.
He brings me the happiness I could not have found on my own.
My little Frenchman knows how to make me happy!

*He just has one little bitty problem: he hates when I take pictures of him
But I snapped this one real quick, and I am hooked.

White
Peonies
Indie Music
Brazil
Ocean Breeze
Jello
Family
Trips to fancy places

These things keep me going.

Oh, have I mentioned? I am a cat lady.
When Mom asked me what being a cat lady meant I said ” A cat lady owns like 9 cats, dresses around in flowery dresses + bobby pins all over her hair+ fluffy flip flops, and spends the day complaining about the bad odor of the neighborhood”
I am a cat lady minus the 8 cats, minus the issues.

*Kiwi

This is unusual, I know.
But you know me.
XOXO,

P