Fuck those boots. Pay rent or go here. Uh duhhhh!

I want to have a party and I want to use these invitations.

These boots are going to haunt my fall/winter this year. They have already been stalking me and it's still August. Pay rent or buy boots? Don't kid.

I so firmly used to be a summer girl. The swim practice early mornings and meets all weekend, the sun and smell of chlorine, the Little House on the Prairie watched from my mom's bed after swim practice with little brown bags of candy. Playing all day and well into the evening on the golf course behind my house. Nights at our ranch house spent sitting on the porch. Summer has held such fantastic and magical memories for me. But now, as I grow older, and have moved further North, I truly love the winter. I wonder if this love for cold, still, crisp, and sometimes unforgiving weather is reflected by the type of person I have become. I would bet that more than a few folks could use the adjectives above to describe me.

Now if I had a vacation house...it would be a different story.

Lillian Bassman: American painter and photographer