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.
No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face. - John Donne Elegy IX--The Autumnal