Now, bear with me: the reason I sauntered over to the online men’s department at Zara is the fact that my youngest, now thirteen years old, has completely ignored my plea to stop growing already and is now therefore in need of his first winter coat in an actual grown up size. And with all the future growing in mind buying at a lower price point is advised (as opposed to my eldest, now sixteen, who has a penchant for Gucci-and-Armani-but-on-sale with the occasional Nike and Airforce thrown in and such but at least he does not grow out of it in a minute).
I am not much of a ‘fan’ person. I admire certain artists, sure. But I have never been one to gush over that one man or woman. With one exception: the author John Irving.
I am in love with these photos by Andrea Torres Balaguer. I especially love the featured image so much.
I probably have said ‘I do not want to go home’ 56 times on our last day there. And I have said ‘I want to go back’ approximately 3297 times since we have been back. I know, all good things (REALLY good things) come to an end and Mallorca will still be there next year so I need to stop moping and instead revel in the fact we so enjoyed our time away, all four of us.