here’s a little story about me. maybe some would disagree, but in my recollection, i was a total art kid in high school. my boyfriend at the time worked at the local children’s bookstore, and hidden in the back room was a women’s reading room. i hadn’t ever thought about how cool that was until i became an adult, but that little room was filled with feminist women’s literature, and now that i think about it, probably had a strong impact on me as i grew into an adult. i would ride my bike there on summer afternoons to meet my boyfriend for lunch, and ended up spending hours sitting on the floor in that little room, leafing through the books. occasionally, i’d buy something that would catch my eye long enough to consider taking it home. and somewhere buried in a box i probably still have my copy of the now out-of-print georgia o’keefe at ghost ranch. i would flip through those pages and dream about living in new mexico, spending my days collecting objects in the dessert, hanging out with coyotes, and painting masterpieces. it’s kind of funny to think about, because at the time, i was a silly punk kid wearing thrift store clothes with my hair dyed pink. but now, all these years later, that book seems to resonate with me more than ever. and it’s a huge influence over how i want to dress and decorate my home. lately, all i wanna do is dress like georgia o’keeffe and hang out in some artsy abode surrounded by pottery and giant paintings, haha.