You will not be seeing any pictures of my outfits for a while...I can barely button my jeans. For real.
Here I am hiding in Brewiers shadow.
Oliver and I on a bridge at the Botanical Gardens.
This is why they're called the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Coffee at the Biltmore this morning.
On the back deck this afternoon. Yep, thats a bottle of 19 Crimes.
And now, I must go. The aroma of baking chocolate chip cookies calls me.