I sometimes think that every little thing that happens to each of us is well written before we even think about it. This is why I've always let faith decide for me. Call me coward, and you'd be right, because most of the times faith fucked my dreams really bad.
Since last night the Small Santa put some presents in my boots, I figured that it would be nice if I was Santa for someone else. But what do you do when the boots you thought ready for your gifts walked all over you after walking right beside you? Actually, that's the question...what do you do when these boots walk all over you? You let faith handle them or you give them a good old scrub?
My chic pleasure today is the gorgeous photos I had ready for this post. Faith decided for me not to get them.
PS. Chic is looking for your way home on a daily basis. Until you find it.