. . . 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 . . .
. . . sincerest apologies for the rather sporadic posting this week — a mad, mad dash kind of day,...
. . . while it may be infinitely easier to slow things down {just a little} on weekends, during a...
monday morning: toasted pistachio and honey yogurt . . . after sunday’s luxuriously languid ways, monday mornings are often a...
. . . and as we reluctantly bid summer the fondest of farewells, farewell, also, to magical mornings like these,...
. . . has only been a little while since our last breakfast in paris, but any time away from...
. . . whether Paris or New York, or a perfectly leisurely morning at home, one of the best things about weekends is late morning brunches -- strawberries and scones, chandeliers and Carrera, mimosas and pretty gold-rimmed tea cups, and most of all, freshly baked and buttery croissants . . .
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