carrots

Tonight was opening night of Anne of Avonlea. I was more nervous than I expected. My mom came, and it was sad for everyone that she had to come alone. Some of the storylines hit home because there are such creepy parallels to my real life situation, but I'm a tough little cookie. There is no happier feeling in this world than taking off a wig at the end of a night. Or receiving flowers in my favorite color scheme all the way from Colorado.


care of my sweet little Dora

ANNE @ dreamwrights