whistling (via Milk + Honey)

whistling I was waiting for Jacob to finish up trying on clothes in the dressing room at a store this weekend (hang tight for a post on Jacob’s epic shopping abilities) when a saleswoman shot me a strange look.  She had caught me whistling out loud, just as the music on the store’s stereo stopped.  Without missing a beat, I just told her, “I’m a whistler.”  Like it was no big deal. These happy spring days must be getting to me! Are you an unabashed whistle … Read More

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About concretecrissy

Self proclaimed francophile, lover of all things beautiful.

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