03/16/2026
I dream a lot about having my own little shop. I think about how the sign would say gone this weekend for a horse-show
I’d sell flowers by the stem and sour dough baguettes and vintage cowboy boots
There would always be perfect little black dresses available for that special occasion
There’d be wine and old cowboy music
There’d be coffee in the morning
I’d have all my pretty little things on display and would do seasonal displays
There’d be books and crystal chandeliers and bees wax candles
There would be good cowboy gear, rawhide and horsehair
Maybe someday if it’s meant to be
In Gods timeline
Maybe