. . . 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 . . .
. . . at this time of year, it feels as if every day should be spent lounging about in pools of sunlight, flipping through old novels with all the time in the world, and yet, in actuality, have been trying to find even a few moments here . . .