Sometimes The Truth is Better Than Fiction


If you read nothing else about love today, read this two part tale of how one darling, daring dilettante earned her spots–stripes*?–anyway, how she got her name and ended up behind the wheel of what is now one of my favourite blogs of all time. And that’s not a typo, darling. 

I Know Very Well How I Got My Name by Helena Hann-Basquiat

Part I

Part II

*Unintentional Stick It reference. Blame the Olympics.

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