I dream of going to Paris...
I would pack my prettiest dresses in a dreamy suitcase...
I see myself scouring Paris flea markets for the prettiest vintage goodies and stopping to smell the roses...
Maybe I would sip coffee and wear red lipstick...
A mom can dream can't she?
One day I will go, I just know it...for now I am content with painting old suitcases and dreaming of fabulous trips!
Squishy hugs,
