WILDFLOWERS

The Tony Llamas are officially retired. Let's face it. I have outgrown the snakeskin and settled into something a little more.....normal? I remember the old days. It couldn't have felt better to slap on a pair of boots, a short jean skirt and jump on stage playing my imaginary fiddle. But these days, I prefer something a little less bold, a little more snug and lot more comfortable. Don't get me wrong the Bandito stitching rocks! Thank you, Justin for ordering exactly what I would have picked out myself. The subtle hint of orange is right up my alley and the pointy toe could not kill a cockroach in a corner. I love them and I have decided to pass the TLs down to Mattie. She can surely find some dust to kick up down in College Station.

Having a child changes lots of things. There is still a wild spirit inside of me. I am still a gypsy and a coo-coo bird, but I am not doing fly-bys at Mach10 with my hair on fire anymore. I am comfortable in my own skin. I have my love on my arm. I am deeply happy and I feel free.

Tom Petty said it best:

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, go find a lover
Run away, let your heart be your guide
You deserve the deepest of cover
You belong in that home by and by

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your trouble and worry
You belong somewhere you feel free
You belong somewhere you feel free