. . . fashionably late once more and it's quickly becoming clear that things will continue to be a little sporadic around here as summertime's chaos continues and that's what makes it so beautiful -- the dashing about, the projects & plans and late lunches -- only to slow things down {just a little} on weekends, when the world slips away and there is nothing left but the sound of crashing waves and everything comes in shades of buttercream . . .
. . . good morning! hope you had a lovely, lovely weekend; had the wonderful privilege of spending a perfect few days soaking up sunny rays on a terrace in the country, taking breaks only for ice cream at old stone cottages and glasses of chardonnay on wrought iron chairs at quaint cafés by the river . . . and today is so stunningly beautiful and summer-like, abandoning the indoors for a while for a few moments in the sun {such a lovely time of year!}, leaving you with soft and elegant, and always classic, shades of buttercream . . .
à bientôt & hope your week is off to a beautiful start, xo