When: Friday, July 18th, 2014
Where: Grey Fox Bluegrass Festival
There is something about New England that is just so quaint. Leaving the festival on our way to a job, Alex and I pulled over for gas and noticed this stunning scene: a run down white washed house perched in the middle of a field of pink flowers. You just can't find this on the west coast. The area just isn't old enough.
For my second day at Grey Fox, I opted for another lightweight dress, which I re-wore from earlier that week. This dress is so comfortable and easy to wear that I actually took a nap in it while listening to some mainstage music. Whoops.
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