Oct 52 min read
A Letter to a Late Friend
I think of you when I paint. Because one time we spent an entire weekend painting your bedroom the most god-awful lime green color. Not sure what we were thinking but we had the most fun painting and mainly giggling. I think of you when I sew. I remember when you were taking a sewing class and it looked so complicated. At the time I didn't want to try, but you assured me that I'd pick it up if I tried. Well, I finally did, and with every stitch I think of that moment. I carry




