there was something very magical about our first christmas eve in the state of maine. in my parent's humble barn is where we gathered. the fire. the company. the raw elements of exposed wood and beams.and the hope.
this is my creative outlet. when i am not taking care of my twin girls, you might find me writing little love notes to my husband, sipping on green tea, getting inspired by streamline design, or dreaming of white painted floors. it's the simple pleasures in life that make me happy.