. . . and it has been an introspective time, for certain, a time of change and thinking and planning, and for dreaming, of course, and nothing and everything, at once, inspires — spring blossoms and words, the chic-ness of leopard print and the importance of butterflies; ornate ceilings and waking to fiery may sunrises, and if thoughts at this moment were to fall, they would look something like this . . .
. . . beautiful handwriting & an even lovelier sentiment . . .
. . . a trench & topknot
. . . calligraphy & wax seal
. . . summer light
. . . perfectly ornate
. . . love. [& miss you, p!] x
. . . riotous pink blossoms
. . . belted at longchamp . . .
. . . new eighteenth-century style
. . . pretty, pretty, pretty . . .
. . . gilded mirrors & leopard print in the entryway . . .
. . . ysl
. . . pure romance.
