Today, the living room.

It's a beautiful morning. We had a snowstorm and now the sun is streaming in the window, the tree branches are fluffy with snow, and the squirrels are sleeping (at least I think that's what they do this time of year).

I found this bird at the thrift store. Ceramic and feels good in my hand. "A bird in hand..."

this day

Today.

World Beat Wallet

Pendleton Hunting Jacket



Kenzo Handkerchief





sunrise

Today started out right. I woke up fifteen minutes ahead of my alarm and lay in bed, listening to my fiance's soft snoring. I crossed my fingers before I looked at my cell phone (the please-let-it-not-be-two-in-the-morning hope) and, to my delight, it was 6:30. I had fifteen whole minutes that belonged to me and me alone.

I love the early morning hours before the world is awake. I love the way Lev smells, heavy with sleep. Sometimes I lightly scratch his back before he's awake and he makes nice grunts that make me want to squeeze him. I love the bed and the warm sheets, I love the pillows and I love Lev's back and his shoulders. And it is all mine, and I am so lucky.

And this is an image of a bunch of patterns that I love. I think it's all Pendleton. I want to live in that room.