Aaaargh! Three days after and I'm still dreaming of sand between my toes and the whisper of rippling water in my ears. This is the outside of the cabin I called home last weekend....it sits on the middle of a wharf named after a most colorful Captain Jack and just above the door is a painted sign that reads Windswept.
In my thrillingly delusional existence as a world renowned designer, stylist, photographer, writer, flea-market scavenger and tap dancer my wandering eyes chance upon many items of wonder and beauty. This blog is where I share my visual discoveries. Thanks for wandering over and taking a look.
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