Penelope Peacock Parades her Polkadot Posterior, Passionately Propositoning Peter Pachyderm

I used to be deathly afraid of peacocks. My me-maw (great grandmother) had them on her farm, they would screech and scream everytime I went outside to play. There was only one mean one, if recall correctly: a scrawny brown and grey girl who was probably just pissed she didnt get to wear the good stuff! I just realized my little alliteration doesnt really make sense since the ladies dont get the dresses in that relationship. (p.s. I love alliterations)

Anyway, that bag is a commission from my cousin. She needs to get over here and get it because I am getting attached to it. I am the queen of attachment, its my downfall and my best!

I know, i know my picture is awful. I am new to this, I am sure I will get better with practice!

You make me happy

You giant painting of the beach that sits in the neighbor's garage across the street. When a car is not parked in the way, I can see you propped up against probably what is cans of paint or boxes of winter clothes that are about to come out. It is very dreamy and makes me think that perhaps you are a magical portal, and when they shut the garage doors, all of your family step inside your frame and take a vacation.