Nory. At play. (Or is it work?)
How happy this picture makes me. The sway of her sun-streaked bobbed hair. The complete concentration of her features while she ‘irons’ her little dress, having no idea I’m there with the camera right outside her door. Her little doll obediently ‘watching’ her from the highchair. Her softly padded feet in brand new socks. The vintage little iron in her left hand. I love that little left hand.
How I love this little microcosmic glimpse into her day.
How I love my little Nora-girl.