caravan of love.

if i lived in a place where the climate was warm all year 'round, i'd move into one of these faster than you can ask: "where's constance?"

i've spent the last hour googling things like "vintage airstream" and "caravan interior".  let me tell you that it was more than enough time for me to invent a perfectly lovely life for myself at the trailer park.



this is me, living my new life. 

have i mentioned that i'll be needing two caravans?

the first will be a hair salon.

 

the other will be home sweet home.

if you think you're not coming with me, you've got another thing comin' to ya, missy.

who else is going to help me jazz up the joint?

this is where we'll sit and chitty chat, ok?  but only on rainy days.  the rest of the time, we'll be outside, working on our george hamilton tans.

you can sleep here, ...

here, ...

or here.  but only 'til you get your own caravan, next to mine.

mini dinner parties happen here.

i almost forgot to introduce you to our guitar-playing carpenter neighbour, josh.  he's coming to the dinner party.  he has the hots for you so wear something cute.

please don't forget to bring your sewing machine.  i plan on us impressing the other park residents with our awesome curtain-making skills.