Madeleine

I happen to think that Madeleine is the world's prettiest name. For anything. Or anyone.

Madeleine.

Madeleines.

Madeleine with tea.

Madeleine curled up in my lap in the afternoon sun.

Madeleine writing letters to people on pretty monogrammed stationery.

Madeleine with a fine bone china cup with a chipped edge, something she took from her grandmother.

Madeleine with biscuits and books.

Madeleine with sparkling red gumboots making her way through a downpour in the city green to the electronic music playing in her iPod.

Madeleine smelling of lemongrass and orange cake.

Madeleine with ticket money, diaries and pens.

Madeleine living the life I want to, somewhere.