I am way cornier than I appear. Sentimental, wistful, corny. I'm a closet corny person because my family is a family of mockers, teasers and overall funny folk {but they're really just as corny as me}.
There once was a store near my first apartment called Pennies from Heaven. It was owned by a young lady (but a wee bit older than me at the time) who made everything in the store. Everything. And the store was FULL of beautiful, funky things. This was in the early 90's, and if I could find that girl again and go back in time and look at everything she had created I would be very happy.
