The End
People come and go like the seasons; some leave you feeling warm and bronzed like the summer sun, others iced and chapped like a winter windstorm. I suppose in the end it’s all part of
People come and go like the seasons; some leave you feeling warm and bronzed like the summer sun, others iced and chapped like a winter windstorm. I suppose in the end it’s all part of
Bit by bit I’m easing myself back into the art of layering. I used to be all about scarves and sweaters, but I’m still holding on to my tank tops. Here I took a basic