Salt on my lips and stars in my stomach
June 23, 2002we snuck out with a bag of popcorn and i felt like holly golightly in breakfast at tiffany’s, that scene where she and fred walk out of the five-and-dime wearing cat & dog masks they just swiped—all giddy.
i got home, salt on my lips and stars in my stomach, and stumbled over a pile of photographs i’d been sorting earlier today.
i wished i could step into the photos the way mary poppins stepped into paintings, so i could see all your beautiful, blurry faces up close.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
