After realizing just how much wisdom (not to mention general rules of etiquette and behavior) that she could pass along to her niece’s daughter, Rose, the Dowager Countess decides to open her own finishing school.
Whenever anyone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I usually answered them with “artist.” I went through reams of paper, and hundreds of crayons and markers. Given the choice of playing outdoors or spending an afternoon inside at my desk, the outcome was always the same.
Creativity always won.
That wide-eyed little girl is still crazy about creating — but these days, I’m armed with Photoshop, loads of caffeine, and a bit of sass.