Little Ol Me
I’ve been in my head all weekend long. Thinking about style, both personal and home, and wondering about my individuality. So this week’s posts may be about a little soul-searching.
I remember going into a guitar shop with my family in Chicago in the 90s. Of course my dad was beginning to play and I was only just getting introduced to mainstream music. I saw a newsprint magazine with a pink haired Gwen Stefani on the cover. I posted that image on one of many cork boards and played Tragic Kingdom over and over. My parents got me a tiny amplifier and microphone; I sang “Spiderwebs” in my bedroom til I was blue in the face. Those were my good ol days.
Here’s some spunk to start your Monday. Gwen will always be number 1.