Once upon a time there was a little girl whose name was Karen. She was a freckle-faced little imp who dreamed big. Always believing she was born too late (a child of the 60s at heart) she dreamed in vintage. Vintage clothes, vintage hair….and then Bambi.
Our little girl grew up and put aside her childish ways. Dreaming of one day going back in time to the Summer of Love and free & easy ways… and then Bambi entered her life.
Bambi. With her two-burner stove and custom diamond-plate storage area. Bambi. With her propane tanks and MP3 player. ahhhhhhh the life.
You are an awesome writer……definately where Jenn and I get our gift.
and yes, I too, believe you were born too late……though you bring the 60’s forward in time, and help us appreciate that period as well! I love you, free-spirited, freckled Mom!
Good lord! Born to late? If you were a born any earlier, you’d just be older! Just sprinkle vintage love every where Bambi takes you!