I am longing for a house. I love my apartment, it has all the elements of a grand old home in the French style. But it is an apartment. I want my own front door again.
I don't care if the rooms are too big and there isn't enough furniture. ( I actually have the pot on the left .. is that a sign?)
When I was a very young girl, I wanted a four poster bed, with plenty of room for me to share with my dolls. I only wanted , Pink or Rose colors in my room.
My first home ( in Los Angeles), I immediately thought, I will paint the walls Yellow ! But it was an old Spanish house, arched doorways and tile floors, the walls remained White.
When I had my own little girl, I think her room was as girly as she wished. I don't remember her wishes for Pink rooms or Yellow but I am happy to say, I finally got my own bedroom, my own home, the warm happy yellows that I always wanted.
This is the way I spent my Birthday today. Sleeping. .. with a little coughing .
"She is the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success, wrong by wrong."
"Faith is taking the first step, you don't have to see the whole staircase".
"Success is not a doorway, it is a staircase"
"I ran up the door, closed the stairs, said my pajamas, put on my prayers, turned off the bed, hopped into the light, all because you kissed me goodnight"
"You cannot push anyone Up the ladder unless he is willing."
Anyone who says they have only one life to live must not know how to read a book.
There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book and a tired man who wants a book to read. 
I find television to be very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go in the other room and read a book. 
Mirror,
mirror,
on the wall
Who is Fairest of them all ?
Why, Thank you !
Bon Appétit !
What's cooking ?
Eat well, laugh often ~
Never trust a skinny cook !
The Kitchen is the Heart of the Home .
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