Boston Colors were the standards in all of Gen's designs at her company. She sort of felt like a slice of her being had been severed. When one was creative, they needed to keep it up. Now here she stood making skinny latte's and drawing in her sketch pad like a dirty little secret.
Once upon a time my husband and I were riding through the mountains and came upon a yellow forest...I begged him to stop...we were in awe...seem to not be able to get enough...we've look for this yellow forest and have never been able to locate it again. Though somewhat sadden, just the fact we seen it once was a blessing.