
Recently I have begun to realize how lucky I am to have a creative spirit. I think sometimes those of us that have it take the ease of creativity for granted. I have my mother to thank. My love for color and knack for all things creative stems from a long history of art classes, dinner parties, and beautiful things. As you can see by these beautiful paintings, my mom is a very talented artist.

Depending so heavily on the right side of your brain is no piece of cake, however. I am beginning to understand why Van Gogh cut his ear off. My bags might not be masterpieces worthy of a museum but I can tell you there is a little piece of me, and my mom, in every one.