In the books I have read about vintage campers, it is suggested that you pick the name before you even start the project. If I had waited until I had the name, the bushes would still be growing out the backside because my guys would have lost interest. Nothing, I mean, nothing came to me for the longest time. And then, there it was. And I knew. After weeks of thinking and praying--yes, that probably sounds ridiculous considering the important things that there are to pray about, but I was desperate--it just was so very apparent. I was at the mall in Bath and Body Works, and saw this:
And standing in that store, I could see it painted on the side. And I let out a squeal. And Tessa *got* it right away. And I was happy, very happy. And I will try not to get carried away with this post. It's just that it communicates why I even wanted a vintage camper. The added plus is that I love the scent and have a gift card to buy it for when I get carried away this summer!