~ballerina tippytoes~

this week is a longing to learn to twirl like this, a remembering of a childhood excursion, one poignant moment{& how strange it should be here because this is the only part i remember still!} sitting lightly on the edge of my chair, heart outstretched towards the luminous stage of fluttering swans, arrayed all in white~ the theatre dark, but my heart shining watching them, even watching them must be done gracefully!

a lovely week of shimmering cards{Thankyou...sing i shall!!!}
& days filled with peppermint soap & lavendar sachets! lovely thoughts