Izzy lugs shoulder bag with laptop, sketchbook/ideabook, this and last year's writing calendar, red and black calligraphy pens, and cellphone.
Adds self to group at the coffee table with waves hello and warm smiles, plops down on the rug. Pulls a cushion from her bag, tucks it under her tailbone.
"I brought shortbread, potato chips, and tea. It's one of THOSE DAYS."
Puts arm into shoulder bag all the way to the shoulder, groping around much further than she should be able to. "Got this bag from my English Aunt Mary. It's a gift from the gods. Tea?"
Izzy brings out a steaming teapot and ☕☕☕☕ hooked over her pinky, some biccies, and a tea cozy for the pot.
Hi hi!
Izzy lugs shoulder bag with laptop, sketchbook/ideabook, this and last year's writing calendar, red and black calligraphy pens, and cellphone.
Adds self to group at the coffee table with waves hello and warm smiles, plops down on the rug. Pulls a cushion from her bag, tucks it under her tailbone.
"I brought shortbread, potato chips, and tea. It's one of THOSE DAYS."
Puts arm into shoulder bag all the way to the shoulder, groping around much further than she should be able to. "Got this bag from my English Aunt Mary. It's a gift from the gods. Tea?"
Izzy brings out a steaming teapot and ☕☕☕☕ hooked over her pinky, some biccies, and a tea cozy for the pot.