call me june.it took moving half way across the world to turn into a wannabe domestic goddess.
...
i find myself dreaming of getting back to a retro suburbia and becoming the modern june cleaver
{with a twist, of course}.
i could whip up apple pies or treats for all the neighborhood kids wearing this sweets apron.
exchange recipes or gossip about neighbors on this fabulous phone.
i could ride this to the park.
