A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life...

...in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful implanted in the human soul.
-Johann Wolfgang Goethe




I threw my sister a Girl’s Weekend last August; a bridal shower and bachelorette party combo event, replete with pink drinks and hot pink feather boas.

Well, it is now April and mr. roshbosh and I are still finding little feathers in random places.

This particular stowaway was found during our weekly grocery trip inside one of our canvas shopping bags.

I have no idea how it found its way there, but I love how each little feather reveals itself…in shoes, in cabinets, under beds, in books…and takes me back to that weekend.