A girl and her horse! The bond is real, romantic, and unbreakable. Today as I shot images of these vintage coasters, I wished I had a horse to guide me. Frankly I'm confused. I adore this blog, and I enjoy the shop but how to divide my time? Plus, I have a couple of ideas for a book. I lust after a bricks and mortar space that would be part store / part studio. I fantasize about working as an art director for the likes of Anthropologie.
Where is my horse? I want to sit on its back, barely flexing the reins, enjoying the scenery, thinking about everything, as my steed deftly navigates the sagebrush and guides me safely to my destination.
So today's listicle is about finding our way through the desert on a horse with no name. These are the random internet sources giving me comfort and guidance.
Beginning with these cool spaces that once housed horses.
A blogging pal wrote this excellent post on inertia.
A good friend sent me this short but effective diatribe, titled "Screw Finding Your Passion". I loved it! Like a slap in the face in those old commercials for Skin Bracer. "Thanks. I needed that."
An artful and profound telling of a child's simple fable. This six-year-old's advice on how to deal with our inner monsters is really really good:
P.S. My horse would be named Tom 'Slim' Selleck, after that other gorgeous leggy creature whom every girl wanted to ride back in the 80s. Yup, that's what happens when you read to the end.