First of all, you need to find the right, shall we say, parters in crime.
Not just anyone will do.
They need to be:
Lovers of all things old and crusty
possess bladders of steel.
It takes a special sort of person who will stop at nearly every little podunk town across three states to photograph obscure things like...
blue water towers,
old advertising on the sides of random buildings,
crusty motel signage,
and plastic adirondack chairs stacked against old houses.
Fortunately I have friends who are just as crazy as me.
Meet June and Lisa.
Or rather, meet their behinds.
We found some great little pastry shops and boutiques in Spokane.
Like this one called Rockwood Bakery.
Just look at that yummy red paint and espresso stained hardwood trim.
I could just lick it right off the wall.
Okay, maybe not.
That would be gross.
We shopped for Miss Me jeans at a sweet little store called Lolo Boutique.
Which also had great stuff for the home like this little number and
a darling bare bulb chandelier that I really think I need.
Oh yeah, and this necklace.
Need, I say.
A sweet dress from Serenity.
June showing Lisa how wide I looked after trying on that last pair of Miss Me's.
Did I mention that June was just a little bit crazy?
...what we drove 11 hours,
drank 8 gallons of diet coke,
(okay, Miss June drank 8 gallons of diet coke)
and stopped at every potty between Carey and Spokane for.
And that, my friends, was just the beginning of our beautiful Farm Chicks adventure.
Stay tuned for the next installment of "How to become a Farm Chicks groupie" coming your way soon!