5|8|2016

over my left shoulder, a sash sparkled the words...miss america.

my chubby little 3rd grade cheeks smiled their happiest smile, as that tiara sat on top of my dorothy hamill haircut. i wanted to be an olympic figure skater too. but, that was before tanya harding hurt nancy kerrigan.

my mama is an incredible seamstress & designed my halloween costume that year. i trick or treated in a floor length royal blue evening gown with a red sequin trim. think {elbow, elbow, wrist, wr...ist, touch your heart & blow a kiss}.

pretty please teach all the princesses in your life, that sweet darling rhyme.

fast-forward. my chubby little 32 year-old cheeks, still smile their happiest smile...as i dance around the dreamiest airstream dream in this entire world. in a floor length royal blue evening gown.

when i decided to journal {or blog} this full-time rv adventure, only two titles fit me. it was "grand & bambi" or "miss airstream." i was sold & actually squeaked when i realized i could order a miss airstream sash & twinkly tiara on etsy. without even having to get in bikini shape for a beauty pageant!

my mama would say i grew up as a tomboy, playing football with my brothers & fishing with dad instead of playing with dolls. & that is true. but, my tomboy found my tinkerbell & together, they are surviving situations you can not make up in real life. like that one time i was towing bambi & my driver's side extension mirror actually fell off. then shattered on the freeway, at 60mph.

let whoever you are, find who want to be. then, go be her. trust me. just own it, doll.

wild heart • gypsy soul

xoxo, miss airstream