We’re going to get a foot of snow and along with all that white, comes the blues. That ain’t news. The deeper the flakes the more unfathomable the depression. An old trope, which is why I rope-a-dope a new theme of a white trash nature, so I can use that flat color picker to better strum how hum-drum becomes the heart of this ex-pat country boy, a brief crow fly away, from that Magnificent Mile.
All Y’all buying this?
And there is absolutely nothing white trash about this theme. I always thought it wonderful …but very hard to make one’s own..
which is why I opted for category flat colors.