The finest compliment I've ever received was this: "You look like...you kind of look like a tree."
I live where I live because of trees. And Anders he looks like...he kind of looks like a tree too.
My dream is to someday live in a treehouse, a dream I've had since the age of 3 when mom read Babar's Friend Zephir to me.
© Rhea Garen
I'd love to see it, probably won't make it. Will walk disappointment off in forest, perhaps dousing myself with Balenciaga Paris.
Because as you know, I want to be "a close yet inaccessible woman who strolls under leafy arbors".
