The sun is shining today. The snow in the mountains is melting; the rivers are getting high.
And I have the world’s worst cabin fever. I need to taste the fresh air and stretch my legs.
I think that we’ve established that I know nothing about horses, cowboy hats, or true cowgirl life… other than what the cowgirls themselves teach me.
This time of year is always a little tricky for me to run my own business. Real cowgirls are all outside, working their cows and planting their crops. They’re already tan and tough. I don’t think a journal shop can operate outside. I could never tell a customer: Sorry your journal got wet and wrinkly. It started to hail. And that smudge is grizzly bear scat because we were building books in the mountains by a berry bush.