All that is gold does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from.
Just for this moment, I'm pretending I'm planning a spring vacation to some place sunny and warm and full of adventure. And I'm going to bring these Toms and a happy yellow bathing suit and my new favorite book Tiny Beautiful Things. Join me? :: Toms are still on #zulily through the weekend