the boys are back in town

Its me, C, and I'm finally permanently back in Exeter after a fantastic summer at my old house in New York. Here are some pictures I took, which probably look like boring old pictures, but to me, they have a lot of meaning.

The last picture is actually of an old chicken coop up in our woods which we put our satellite dish on top of. Me and my sister, when we were little, were given the assignment to paint the inside of it, but instead we just splattered paint everywhere and wrote our names and put our handprints on the wall.

While I was in New York I went to a pick-your-own berry farm that my family always goes to. We picked our berries and when yo go into the barn to pay there is a beautiful store with organic cheeses and milk and old-fashioned toys. But the best part is the upstairs. In this musty old attic, there are dried flowers hanging EVRYWHERE. And its just gorgeous. But anyway I bought this really cool floral bag which is made out of like the material you make potato sacks out of. But I love it.

C

P.S. I can't tell whether I like the Marc Jacobs ads with the guy or hate them. I mean, I love love love Juergen Teller's work, but I'm not sure if I like the ad itself and I think its something to do with the model. I know androgyny is in, but I just hope that's not what I would look like in that dress.