I was flipping through some old pictures this week and came across this old gem. My friend Morgan got me my first show my senior year in high school at her dad's salon. I was in a very deep and intuitive phase in my journey as a budding little artist, painting...shoes... I look back on this and laugh. David laughed really hard and made sure that my hoity toity use of Italian script was duly noted, namely the overuse of the word "bella." At the time, I thought I had arrived, but am so thankful that growth happens and that I have little reminders like this that we don't stay the same!