Be Inspired, "We're the West"

I don't know if we're the West, as the title of the post says, but we're a reflection of what the West was. Many men and women are reflections of it's former glory. I thought I might share with you three of my favorite women who are reflections of the West.

Elizabeth Brannan - She is the most inspiring woman I've ever met. Well I haven't met her, but it sure seems like I have through her blog. The best part about her in my opinion is that she never gives up.
Best beauty: her obsession with red lipstick and her very long blond hair.
Find her on Blog | Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest | Twitter | Youtube

Adrian Buckaroogirl: Cowboy-Girl Pradas

Do you like heels? Well so does she! Just some more Adrian Buckaroogirl Style for ya'll!

Adrian Buckaroogirl: Golden Pink Rose

Do you like getting dressed up? Well so does Adrian!

Well if you haven't noticed, I'm sure you have though, we haven't blogged in quite awhile. High school cowgirls are busy what can we say? So just a little of an update.

We are planning on an upgrade and a fancy logo upgrade soonish. So if you feel like things are out of place, that would be why. So don't fret over it too much it will be over in the max of a week, we hope. Which includes:

• A separate Western Wear 101 page, we still plain on having some in the main feed for all ya'll!
• Logo/photo mark
• Cowgirl photo series...as of currently we are trying to find a creative name for it
• Wenya Bio - What is her favorite print? How many buckle buckles does she have? Yeah you know you want to know :)

God's Country

This was on Adrain Buckaroogirl's, a singer who once rode broncs until she had to choose between singing and riding, Facebook page. I strongly believe every cowboy, cowgirl, country girl, country boy, farmer, farmer's wife, farm kid, hick, redneck, hillbilly, you name it loves where they live because they see God's country everyday without the interference of the city lights and the cars passing by.

I was asked today while in town if I struggled living an hour from the nearest paved road.

It's had me thinking all night about how truly blessed I am. I came home, had a campfire under a billion stars, cooked dinner over the coals, sang a few songs for only the cows at the fence line, and knew I had a gun, a dog and a few horses nearby if I needed them. Do I mind living where I do and how I do?