feels like summer
At least it did, for one day. Perfect from start to finish.
Waking up to blue skies.
Going thrift store shopping and coming home with a carload full of lovely stuff (the conversation with my boyfriend went something like this: Him: “I hope you didn’t bring home half the store again. We don’t have the space to put any more stuff”, me:”I only bought that big wooden box in the trunk for our balcony, see. Only one box.”, him, eyeing the box suspiciously: “It’s full to the brim with stuff isn’t it?”, me: “Yeah, kind of is…it’s real pretty stuff though!”).
Having late breakfast in the sun.
Finding the most adorable kitty to play with. He’ll totally match my still-on-the-needles socks from the pretty yarn in this post.
Yes, I know that was a weird thought.
And eating fresh greens again.
I have to throw in another shot of the kitty, isn’t he the prettiest fluff ball?