Rollingstone Girl

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Based on photo of Tammy's dog Chip taken from treehouse

Posted by Jodi at 4:42 PM

Labels: Art

Rollingstone Girl isn't about the rock band or the magazine. It's named for Rollingstone, Minnesota - a tiny town where I spent my early childhood.

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