This is a picture of me looking out my open mouth and nose holes. Outside I see windows. It’s intriguing to stand beside someone and the two of you see a thing before you, but differently.. By the time my children could notice having memories, I’d hear,”Mom do you remember the time we…” Often I didn’t.
My husband and I would often sit with friends and I’d remember a very dear memory. A special and romantic, but extremely creative, thing he had done for me. Then he’s say,”I didn’t do that.” We’d laugh at the oddity if it.
Understanding Plastic Vanities
