Ten Days Without a Hair Brush
/We just returned from some wanderings up north through the beautiful fall colors of Wisconsin and Michigan. And yes, I did forget my hair brush and ..... delightfully..... it didn't really matter.
I was so inspired by the old and the natural and the quirky and the rugged and the worn. It's really hard to put into words. Come along with me. I hope you are inspired, too.
My heart is full. My paintbrush is waiting. I must go.
Love you for reading. Thanks.
--Beth