His singing transported me to the 20s. The light in the room was vanilla-colored. If you’re never heard Gregory Page, make time to go. He plays every Saturday night in the very intimate Plaza Bar at the Westgate Hotel. Pardon the blur.
I have a mad love for gingham. I even love to wear it, though it makes me look like a forest ranger and my husband loathes it on me. But how about these door panels.
The headboard got new clothes, too. And because I love this song so much, please enjoy.