


I'm not much for sartorial fantasies, but a pretty shoe gets me every single time.
Happy Friday, ya'll!
I had another post ready to go and then I came across this. Made me all wobbly and I just had to share. I think I could stare at this picture all weekend. We all know my weakness for tile, and then they go and add those beautifully troweled blue plaster walls, the fantastic windows and doors, and the lush flora, and well, I'm done for.






In my seven years of higher education, I never did succumb to the siren call of a semester abroad and what I imagine to be the excitement of being a girl let loose in a foreign country, no strings attached. But after seeing these images, I've fallen prey to a bit of daydreaming. This, I think, would make for a perfect London flat, in the heart of the city, perhaps provided by a quirky aunt, herself full of bohemian tendencies who's wintering in the South of France and has given you the keys to your own bit of magic. Mmmm, doesn't that sound like fun? Excuse me while I escape from the confines of my kitchen and saunter down to the perfect little cafe on the floor below. You know, the one with the time-worn floors and walls yellowed with age, glimpses of wallpaper past peeking through here and there, curvy, black Thonet chairs, and conversation that runs from dusk til dawn. Indulge yourself in a little fantasy. It's a good thing.