As if my precious hippychick from college daze, my little Bolshevik babe…. could be filled with ecstatic joy over interfacing with a little piece of technology. That said – she’s way more hip to the whole concept of text messaging than I am.

Did I mention that Julie from Chicago was in town?

She stopped over on her return driving trip from KC.

We had a bonfire on Sunday… and I took the bank holiday to bop around town and feed her tireless passion for used vinyl and used dresses.

Still in non-talky mood…

Still…..

chicken.