Drive myself down the street.

Dear Fleur.
I'm home. It was a gorgeous trip. And I have a lot to think about.

I went to IKEA on Sunday. I coveted the down comforters but came home with a little blue teacup. I didn't have $80.00 in my purse. Just $2.99.

Today I am going to go try and get my license. Tazza just asked me if I'm excited to take the test. I really don't care, I said. And it's weird. Because I don't. Should I?
Pssh.
Who needs to drive a car?

I am feeling sarcastic this morning. Maybe it's the lipstick. Lipstick can make me feel like I want to...umm...I think I was going to say spit on things. THAT IS WEIRD. Don't blame me though, I've been sitting in my bedroom sewing together little pink books. And pretending my quilt is a down comforter.

Kirsten Bean has a down comforter...

I'm going to go try and be normal now so I don't freak the DMV people out.
Love Bell.