I laugh at funerals and smirk at weddings.
When you’re a ’90s girl….
One of the stops along the drive was what I would call an outdoor sculptural gallery.
I survived the night…
It’s that time, for another swish book. This one decidedly swings towards the reflective and melancholy as the Fall ends and Winter begins to take hold.
Well, not everything you see and think you’ll love turns out to be true.
Though Summer is when everything comes alive, it feels like my brain slows down, but in a good way.
There was this great week there: where my In-laws watched my girl one evening, and then took her for two evenings on the weekend.
I’m hoping to add some more video to this here site. It’ll be some swish fashion, some life snippets, and basically whatever wanders in. I’m calling it my “Swishbook” because, well, I hope to swish through life….even through the muck.
“I’ve got a ticket for the long way round….two bottle a’whiskey for the road….”
