joy-head and swoon-pants
indulging in the forgotten pleasure of quiet days indoors wrapped in ultimate nuzzlery watching a young Tom Hanks babin’ out in ‘Big’
dreams..if only everyday was a day where we had silly string fights and we lived in a magical carnival wearing pigtails and Ken Done playsuits with matching sunflower aprons,squealing like grubby little grommits,chasing eachother in circles,eating too much cotton candy..spinning until we fell down with icky,sticky hands..yes


..full tummies and joyous interludes with strangers,making me feel warm and fuzzy,
shooting the breeze about pupps and such sweet things (sigh)
later enveloped by nights duck down clouds with sleepy,swoony headaches
nestled in with CocoRosie soundtracking my slumber,looping their tinkering glory through my dreamscape
“worms weave a ring where fairies square dance
queens and kings fairies weave wigs with eyelashes
trance music makes the fairies dance
from the caves of snail shells”
CocoRosie ‘Fairy paradise’

ah somedays Sundays,everything