Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
I love this one, thinking of printing it for my own wall! haha
Some straight out of the camera sunflare on a Saturday afternoon. <3
Where’s your nose Isabella? This is the answer I get. I like to ask her it in front of people in the most inappropriate of circumstances. Almost always gets a laugh (Or disgust - and if you can’t laugh at a cute kid having a pick, what sense of humour have you got!?) ;p
Nothing technical about this shot - just showing my hand piece I got finished yesterday. Finishes the outer forearm of my sleeve. In love with it. I love my artist, such a lovely chick, and she makes it so fun to chat, rather than the painful experience it is.
