While we might not be real twins, this girl is my other half, and funnily enough still my Irish twin since we were born just 13 months apart.

I’ll never forget running around the kitchen with a knife trying to scare her into doing the dishes with me.

I adore her.

She’s the only girl I know who can get away with wearing J.Crew dresses while working on a farm or ballet flats while working in a bakery. She isn’t afraid to get messy, and just like my mom, there’s a tie back to that dang ladybug — both she and my cousin even have matching ladybug tattoos.

Yes, I’ve threatened to get one to match theirs too… so TBD.

Love my Painted Ladies.