driving through mountains you’ve never seen, getting a little lost trying to find your airbnb, wonder if you’re going to literally die because you didn’t pack long johns and you forgot you’d be sleeping basically outside one night in a canyon under the stars in 35-degree weather, etc etc, experiencing that feeling of newness that we lose a little, the older and wiser we get.
so to celebrate all of these things, to love on myself a little, and to pay homage to the landscape….
i figured a lil bit of mildly-western-cowboy-themed boudoir wouldn’t hurt.