Fisherman/carpenter's ol'lady, mother of 3, homeschooling 2, crocheting, tattooed, orchid lovin' red-headed freak of nature.
The Color of My Dreams
Sunday, September 4, 2011
I choose to be colorful because, without it I can not find my true happiness. When I see color, I see the possibilities, not the limitations. I see life, not death. I see love, not hate. I dream in color, every color. We live in color, every color.