Bonnemine, or, This Is Not The Course Wherein I Discover My Softer Side

by childofwine

I have been remiss in keeping you up to date.

Well, I have been busy, I’m sorry.

Thursday we were assigned our clowns.

Saturday we braved the Parisian flea markets.

Today we altered and taped and improvised with kid pens for tie-dye and procrastinated with acrobatics.

“You have a body same like her” he, Philip, says, “You always strong woman”, I smile, “ready to move fridge”, I frown, “you know Asterix?”, I nod, “good, you will be wife of Chief.”


I’m sure there will be a picture to come at some point but in the meantime I leave you to your imagination: