It was a breezy afternoon in mid December and cars rattled along the battered dirt road of Bartlett farm. There was just a hope of clear skies waining in the distance, but what guests found inside the tall warm home resembled nothing of what nature had tried to instill. In the soft warm light of her bedside lamp, Amy and two of her most loveliest of friends (both adorned in polka dots!), giggled away as they brushed make-up onto their peachy skin, danced under the mist of perfume & delighted in the pizzaz of such a significant celebration… It was maybe just, what a beautiful and barefooted farm girl would ask for.
