Lately I’ve been struggling – again – with my inner darkness. Hard to tell from today’s color, huh! If only I could get deeply lost in a pink bubble. A soft, all-embracing, non-judgmental protective sphere.
Depression is such a tricky travel buddy. It comes and goes pretty much as it pleases. Now I’ve decided to get some help. An external ear to listen and assist me in finding solutions.
Here’s me and my bubbly love – pink champagne. The Sweets’ treat for his princess.
My friend Miss Cupcake‘s goodies.
Life’s tiny gold pebbles that I try to sprinkle along the way… so that darker days would become less.
Oh and then these, pink finger cookies. From our friends, delivered directly from the very land of Champagne. These are to be dipped into the fizzy, acid-y drink.
The citrus tones of bubbly marry to a marvel with the sugary tang of the air-light cookie.
These bygone fashion show images still rekindling my spring aspirations.
See that smile… well, so not depressed all the time. This glitzy gal.
Somewhere there shall my pink bubble be found.
I write about my struggles openly. Do not judge. It is to encourage, if ever you’re going thru same kind of stuff. You’re not alone. Pretty clothes and nice little treat-y bites can give a moment’s happiness.
Limitée vest, Limitée sweater, Limiteé skinnies