I've been:

dreaming of Moscow, saltspring, drive-in movies and Lake Baikal

getting ready for birthday number twenty-six (eek!)

freezing raspberries and lemon slices for pitchers of pink lemonade

swooning over the thames at dusk

admiring my new red shoes (over 3/4 of my shoes are red...problem?)

clomping around on my own with books and popsicles

struggling to embrace the fresh start

writing like a crazy person

crushing on kevin kline

indulging in greek yogurt. sometimes twice a day.

feeling ridiculously proud of carousel

contemplating a haircut. a real one. where all the hair goes. for the first time in my life.

slicing up and consuming watermelon at alarming rates.

missing fireflies and fairway and birmingham and 1367 summer, and feeling far from the home i love.

writing about Love

maybe spending too much time on the south bank...

planning monumental trips to siberia
...and my best friend's wedding

courting an orange dress at karen millen

trying to turn the inner owl clock around
...and sort of failing

hunting down happiness

loving the way the sun hangs on for hours. Ah the height of summer!

contemplating toenail colour possibilities
...overthinking it, in truth (someone said to me the other day "friends don't let friends have ugly feet...")

feeling totally YUM about summer
...TOTALLY.