. . . and it feels as if we have been sorting and organising for days, and yet, there are still so many things about, that out-of-town guests may just arrive to something resembling {although somewhat less tumultuous} sofia coppola‘s beautiful mess . . .
. . . and while we're on the topic of grasping every last beautiful moment of summer for as long as we can: worn wicker baskets and folds of languid lacy things, heart-shaped waffles and breezy morning dresses, peonies and starfish, and always, seaside dreams . . .