I can smell the honey soap (?) - don't see wicks, so I don't think they are candles, and I can feel the shoes - ouch! My feet are too old but my eyes like what they see.
"Yes, the way I feel about being a woman in the South is the way I feel about the oleander that blooms in June: though it's said that the sap, even brushed against one's skin, is toxic, I carelessly break the branches, stick the ravishing flowers into my hair..."-- Rosemary Daniell
What I'm Reading Now...
Savage Beauty, The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay
3 Things not left unsaid:
I need those shoes. Just sayin...
and that luxurious luscious first photo... YUM.
Have a good one.
Candace in Athens.
I can smell the honey soap (?) - don't see wicks, so I don't think they are candles, and I can feel the shoes - ouch! My feet are too old but my eyes like what they see.
Yep, The shoes can come home to mama here in Louisiana!
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