. . . and while saturday mornings are lovely things in and of themselves, this one began drenched in golden sunlight, the kind that warms one's face on a bright winter's day, flooding hearts with happiness uncontained; and this weekend is red wine and good music, sorting & organising and plotting & planning, coffee table picnics and delicious nostalgia, and there's still sunday . . .
. . . a rainy, rainy tuesday with still much to do, but happily, a houndstooth bow blouse and a high-waisted pencil skirt keeps things polished [& far from dreary] and brighten up the workday -- that, and of course, a break for coffee and a few macarons . . .
. . . and after traipsing about in lyon, geneva, annecy & paris for the past ten days, long-lost family and some seen only recently, grainy old photographs, conversations in french, red wine and happy memories, and after only a day back again with cases still unpacked and so much to catch up on, it's monday, monday and very much back to work, on a brand new week positively filled with beautiful things: a new {favourite five}, as well as the second installment of {take me a way}, sarah's new travel series, and of course, a million photographs from recent travels, near & far, but first, a glimpse at the mountain lodge from a few weeks past . . .
