Broken Bits

Adults are always asking little kids what they want to be when they grow up because they’re looking for ideas. ~Paula Poundstone

It’s been a while since I’ve spoken of my pirate princess. If you did not know, she is the daughter of a besty and as her Godmother, or as I prefer to call myself, her fairy Godmother, she spends scattered weekends with me at the beach or more often than not these days, Taylor’s house. We’ve been doing the weekend routine since she was about 18 months old so having just turned nine years old, I can’t really recall a time when she wasn’t with me. If you can’t have children, godmothering is the way to go. You can spoil them up and then all of their bad social habits are attributed to the parenting of someone else.

As she has grown up she has loved walking along the surf and picking up scattered bits of flotsam and jetsam and hiding them in her sand bucket. At the end of the day, she rinses them off and after they dry she places them in a glass pitcher I bought just for her. She has always amused me so much, this little one, you see, she doesn’t gather whole shells, or even remotely exotic ones. She tends to favor the broken pieces and surf worn bits scattered about the shoreline.

I’ve often wondered on this behavior but now as I am older, and hopefully wiser, I think I understand her and her love of those things broken and worn. She is such an incredibly unique child, she simply adores socializing with the elderly, befriending children others deem unlovable, and jumping full body and soul into causes that others would deem too hard to pursue. It is remarkable to me what others would discard, she picks up and restores with the love and faith only an unbroken hearted child could muster. How do I know this to be true? Simple really, because she loves me too.

Outfit:
Hair: *ARGRACE*, Fumi
Necklace: (Kunglers), Cida @ On 9
Dress: Clef de Peau, Lauren **NEW**
Eye Makeup: Zibska Noir Pack, Volume 5 @ ULTRA event
Lips: Zibska

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