My first guitar teacher liked to smoke his sweetly scented hand rolled cigarettes during our lesson. I didn't mind but my father did not think this was appropriate ( might have had something to be with me being 10 years old at the time). I never learned the guitar from this boy but always quite relaxed and a bit giddy after my lessons.
I am so excited to offer the pattern for sale in the shop today!
Thank you once again to my friend and muse, the lovely (A Girl Named) Astrid for for posing for this weeks theme!