y light-filled studio out behind my house has luminous white plaster walls loosely holding beautiful white linen and gold furnishings that I don't mind getting a little paint on occasionally. and the french doors are always wide open onto the little herringbone paved landing that has tender shoots of baby spring grass starting to poke up this time of year. the birds are singing, a little red-headed woodpecker is tapping, the squirrels are scurrying, my bracelets jangle, and a breeze that swirls through the room carries the scent of the cherry tree and leaves a trail of tiny petals.
a girl can dream, right? :)