Backstory: I’m my mother’s oldest child and away at school. Jane is my baby sister, she’s almost 4 and my younger brother is 17.

hi ladybug!

miss you like crazy and finding things to do around the house. jane and i have started painting—yeterday, i started an amazing portrait of a ballerina from the front of that San Francisco Ballet catalogue they always send us. i’m quite proud of the work so far, though jane’s talent leaves a little to be desired. i’m not a bitch! she’d be the first to admit it! just don’t tell her i told you that :) maybe she’ll improve once she gets as little older.

also, i cleaned out the front hall closet yesterday and found a blue and orange umbrella. is it yours? do you want me to send it to you? i thought i might also find your little brother in there, but alas, not yet. if he mentions anything to you, will you please let me know? i’m tired of waiting.

call me if you need anything or want that umbrella, i can ship it out with the cookies i just made.
love you to pieces,
momma