In our wildest childhood dreams of what "being a grownup" might look like we never could have imagined that we would have an entire flock of of bay ponies, dappled grays, golden palominos, and UNICORNS, all under the watchful eye of our very own shepherdess/shopdog Ruby. SUCCESS!
One of the things we love most about living here is our city's sense of possibility. Neighborhoods feel like home, vistas appear magically, quiet corners hide new spots that quickly feel like old favorites, and moments of both subtle beauty and great grandeur can often be spotted like daffodils popping up through thick snow... if you know where to look.
Let's be real for a second. Do you have a favorite cup? A cup amongst all the cups in your cup-board that you reach for again and again, from the morning's first fresh-squeezed juice to the evening's last highball? Do you like how it feels in your hand and against your lips? Do you take it with you around the house? Are you bummed if it's dirty? Is it sacrilege when (gasp!) someone else pours themselves something in it? We have had this cup. We have loved this cup. We have lost this cup.
Like the best presents, an arsenal of beautiful, workmanlike brushes are rarely something that people think to treat themselves to. And, like the best presents, they can be life changing. Seriously.