panty hose, balloons and too much sugar
I didn’t realize what a burden the year 2013 was on me until I woke up this morning to a new year. There is something so sweet about an even number, I can’t explain it. Odd numbers seem pointy and angular. They’re unfriendly, unlucky and just plain bad news. So happy new year, everyone!
I wanted to wear something special on my head but ended up wearing these on my legs. these hose were gifted to me by my children’s father’s aunty ilham for my birthday. she is an amazing feminist and linguist and has the heartiest laugh. i love my hose as much as i love my hoes. but more on that later
this is aunty ilham and me the day she gave me those very special tights
i love that my children indulge me. aw, khaled
ladies i love. i swear, my daughter. not one good shot
the new primary colors: ghadah, faten and yousef. and musa? well, he’s just gray
at one in the morning, with six children in the background, i got the urge to paint a picture
controlled ink blot. what does it tell?