made with love

Rows and rows of scrapbooking items, myraid of colours, v pretty. Reminds me of my favourite season when orange-gold leaves are falling in the Autumn.

Side-tracking, I wonder if I'm abnormal sometimes. A little cold for love, slightly lacking in sentiment. As soon as someone's interest flags my own feelings start to go that way too. As Clive Owen said in Croupier, hold on tightly - let go lightly. I don't give people enough chances.

Yet, R has always been there. It probably doesn't make sense but just a reflection.

In any case, the fan is finally done up, framed in white. Has to go up on the wall soon.