Meet Cleo, My Goldfish

"Would you like a fish?"

"I love fish. Of course I'd like a fish!"

"Here. Take good care of her. Don't flush her. Her name is Cleo."

This is precisely how the conversation went!

A customer came into our craft store around 9pm, offered me a fish, and then left.

Is it terrible that the fist question I asked a co-worker was:

"How long can a goldfish go without eating?"  

Scarf: Ben Franklin. Top & tights: Forever21. Shorts: Old Navy. Boots: Thrifted.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all! I hope your day is filled with good food, good plans, and great people.

I have so much to be thankful and grateful for. 

Deep water

I'm not sure how I feel about today.

It's raining. I love the rain. But glum am I, because my rain boots no longer fit.

Image: via

This photograph fascinates me. The concept is brilliant. 

...Or so it seems. I'm unaware of what the concept really is, but the idea is genius.

There are three different skin tones represented, which may clarify three different nationalities. 

Perhaps it signifies the idea that we all need help, 

... regardless of our race, social status, or geographical location.

We all need something or someone to pull us out of the deep water at some point.

Or maybe this photo was meant not to be interpreted.

But rather to be enjoyed without translation.

It's possible I'm thinking to much.