RoSalarian

The next day, Dorothea provided Val with a stack of catalogs with her breakfast, and told her to write down what she wanted. “We must get you some new clothes of your own,” she said. “You deserve the finest, latest fashions. When you are the next darling of the art world, you can’t show up in antiques.” Val whistled as she flipped through the pages, browsing colorful day dresses made of cotton and rayon and polyester, the sort of clothes she’d had in her closet at home. Then, she turned to...

I've been getting looser and more cartooney with my style again. It's both more fun and easier on my hands. Also been putting more thought into layouts. Updates might be fewer, but hopefully they're better.

This is why you should never check your ex's facebook.