this is my friend heather in the attic of my house. well. this is the bottom part of my friend heather in the attic of my house. i know what you’re thinking: this girl whose blog i don’t read has two friends named heather? she’s so lucky.
heather is the first friend i ever made by just being in a class together and today she came to my print sale to say hello. this is sadly the only photo i have of my day, which was a momentous day because it’s the first time i ever tried to sell my art. i thought about bringing my camera outside, and especially when there was a bee buzzing around i wished for it.
[the whole time heather sat on the railing i worried for her. i also worried for me because the cops would later have accused me of pushing her]