I'm becoming the worst blogger ever. But it's all in the name of open windows, bright sunsets, live music, long dinners, floral skirts, and inspiring reads (I really am talking about July's Vogue). I'm learning to rest again. I've traded in my laptop for a thick canvas bag full of notebooks and pens and novels I've never gotten to. I'm writing things down. I'm making all of these things permanent and real so that they will be when they're not anymore. I'll start using my camera again soon.
I'll regret these slow and sweet habits when September comes with its very real obligations. But I won't.
Happy weekend, kids.