I was just looking back in my email box (which I never clean out), looking for some pictures of my red neck corset (somebody's interested!), and ended up coming up with an email from Mike, oh so long ago.

I read it. It made me sad.

Mourning loves past.

This diary has seen a lot of loves, come and gone. Okay, not a lot, but a number of them, anyway.

I feel like a subdued version of Sex in the City.

With worse fashion.

Or better. I'm not quite sure.

Anyway, to distract me from this ache, I'm going to walk over to 17th Ave today, and find a gold toggle clasp for the necklace I made Bernie.

No point in dwelling in the past, but a brief visit every now and again is healthy.

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Rosie.

Before&After