

This post is probably going to sound uber creeper of me (but I don’t care). I kind of wish I was friends with Nashville artist Rebekka Seale. Once I stumbled onto her blog Dear Friend, Dear Friend, I felt like I wanted to dial her number on an antique Victorian phone so we could get together for the afternoon to make artwork while baking cookies and drinking homemade lemonade. Now I want to type her a letter asking her why her Etsy is empty? It made me so sad!











