Thursday, August 15, 2013


On a recent plane ride to Austin, Texas, I was serenaded for an entire two hour flight with the sounds of "Where Is Thumbkin?" by the two littles sitting behind me. At a VERY high volume and frequency. At the time, I wasn't so enamored, but I realized soon after, that I suddenly had an unspeakable want and need for all things gold, ringed and knuckle-y. So to the two littles on my plane ride that were singing behind me - thanks for all the subliminal messaging.