I had this bright idea to cover myself in treacle. NEVER do this. It got in my hair, on my socks picking up gravel as I walked, on the camera, then all over the house.
I'm so sad I wish you could hold me and tell me everthing was going to be alright. But like all dreams, wishes and fantacies it just nerver happens that way... Thank you for sharing all of you beautiful and wonderful arts....