les vachons: my girls.
At a party tonight, the question arises: does anyone still have childhood friends? As it volleys around the circle, I can't help but smile; the faces of my three oldest friends smiling back at me in my mind. How lucky am I? Four girls, four wicked senses of humour. Going on 25-odd years. We have few, if any, hobbies in common: the jock/philosopher, the artist/hater, the peace-loving/thought provocateur, and the highland dancer/gardener. We are specifically unspecified. Terrible at keeping in touch, yet never too far to be unreachable. As much time spent apart as spent together. As Vanessa would say, "my cows." Les vachons: my girls.













