Faux pas
When I woke up this morning it was my clear intention to write a blog post on how much it irked me these past few days to see my IG feed and Facebook timeline get positively flooded with
When I woke up this morning it was my clear intention to write a blog post on how much it irked me these past few days to see my IG feed and Facebook timeline get positively flooded with
Yesterday, to start of April nicely, I cut you some slack with an airy post about lounging on exotic beaches in various states of undress but today I am going to lead you to an even better place: the de-cluttered minimal mind.
In my case: 4 seasons of Girls in 3 days. And the only excuse I can come up with for this behaviour is a sore throat, a faint cough and the fact that I am
I get up very early, go for a run, have my egg-and-spinach breakfast, an espresso on the side, and I do a little run-down in my head, go over my to-do list for that day.
As I sat there quietly complaining to myself about my chipped nail polish, the rain and the fact I had to wait 45 minutes past a scheduled appointment that morning my eye got caught on