There was whimsy in the air when she left for the party. They didn’t know there was going to be a party; she just decided to do it. And there was. Little Bobby Whimsy was there and ready for action.
It is a dandelion wish of imagination, a cloud thrown into the wind and coming back dripping with sunrise, it is soft dreams and pastel colors whirling around, it is kind imaginings just for the fun of it
Writing isn’t a whimsy, although sometimes it is. It’s a job, a routine, but also a fanciful dream. It’s what makes me happy, but also what makes me sad, despondent, worried. It’s both accomplishment and the biggest failures. It’s not everything, but it’s not far off.
She sat at her sewing machine and thought about what she was going to make. Something with a bit of whimsy, she thought. Maybe a kind of cooking kettle. Except that was too far over the edge. So she made a shirt.
There was whimsy in the air when she left for the party. They didn’t know there was going to be a party; she just decided to do it. And there was. Little Bobby Whimsy was there and ready for action.
It is a dandelion wish of imagination, a cloud thrown into the wind and coming back dripping with sunrise, it is soft dreams and pastel colors whirling around, it is kind imaginings just for the fun of it
Writing isn’t a whimsy, although sometimes it is. It’s a job, a routine, but also a fanciful dream. It’s what makes me happy, but also what makes me sad, despondent, worried. It’s both accomplishment and the biggest failures. It’s not everything, but it’s not far off.
She sat at her sewing machine and thought about what she was going to make. Something with a bit of whimsy, she thought. Maybe a kind of cooking kettle. Except that was too far over the edge. So she made a shirt.