A Brief Moment Of Weekend Winter Calm.

Last night I had the most lovely of evenings with two much-treasured friends. Between them, all the week's mad painful aching sleepless stress has lulled (though temporary, I'm sure). I feel relaxed. fabulous. glorious. at ease. confident. inspired. productive. 

I am now quietly excited about forthcoming
festivities and home time.

Think double vodka lemon and limes. Think winter coats and many layers. Think black and white snap shots of forever moments. Think desert boots with knee high socks. Think white crockery. Think charmingly mismatched bed sheets and pillow cases. Think M&S PercyPig tins filled with every hangover cure imaginable. Think crisp cornflakes with cold milk poured from a china milk jug. Think Paris. Think freshly squeezed orange juice. Think of soggy self-rolled cigarettes. Think fridges full of deliciously indulgent health foods. Think luxurious feather beds that fit three, snugasabuginarug. Think fresh coffee. Think brisk morning walks through the snow. Think freshly squeezed orange juice...




Think CobbledTogether WannabeBohemian Perfection. 
For all this my darlings, I Thank You.