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.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
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.