Russian Dreams

Today I realized I hadn’t posted much on our Russian Trip!
a crying shame.
I miss Russia, the borsch, gold everywhere, the art, my baby bear, trying to pry a smile out of someone, and our little guide who had a pet rat to go home to at night.  
So let’s live through that again.
Shall we?
{my limp hand says it all.  “please don’t eat me. or give me scabbies. or some bear russian disease}
{i think i need a little more borsch to look like these doll babies}
We’re off to pick out JB some suits.
I’m excited… husband looks gooood in suits.
oh and if you have the opportunity to go to Russia.
…i’m guest posting over on eyes/ears/mouth+lens here!  

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