Justine Childs
I fell in love with the City of Love; cried in front of a Monet; and don't ever want to take my life for granted. So when a dear friend helped open an intricately carved door in my head, I delighted as my font imagination emerged.
With great family support, I now put on my comfy PJ.s, light good candles, put a purring Banana in my lap and excitedly, intrepidly re-open that door.
[Justine Childs, November 2008]
