Your girl had a full list of things to do today, but working on the room that's going to be her arts and crafts studio took precedence. After all, every proof that Fiorella has inhabited this earth is currently crammed into a motley crew of bags and boxes piled on top of each other almost waist deep--and it's up to her to make a meaningful presentation of it all. But before she could get started, Sonia Dog heaved up mightily in the kitchen and won't touch her food bowl or pills. Fio thinks that the causative factor was the grass edging in the back yard, but the only thing she knows for sure is that Doggie will not be accompanying her out to the street to pick up the morning newspaper.
Back to the studio, Son L had spent a couple of days putting together the necessary bookshelves, but Fiorella is the one plowing through yellowing newspapers and fading print. The paintings were in the best shape, of course, but your girl noticed that a few of them were a little damaged. Get out your paints, Fio!
In a way, it's sad to go through one's past life. After all, not every one of Fiorella's endeavors were successful, but what the heck--she tried 💗
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