The last time I saw Natacha she was four years old, and she and Sacha had just finished painting each other, from head to toe, with fingernail polish. Red, pink, orange, pastel pink blotches all over their naked little bodies. They thought they looked soooooooo cute.
Soon there after she moved to the States with her American mother ( my dear dear friend Christy) and her French father. Sadly, I have only seen Christy once in fifteen years.
Natacha has come to spend a month with us this summer… and seriously I think she was a baby of mine given away at birth.
Natacha loves to cook, loves to hang out, loves old movies and loves….are you ready for this old things.
Needless to say, she has the Brocante Bug, and I am thinking of kidnapping her.
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