rainy sunday

Today was rainy and cold, but there's something different about the air. The birds are chirping, and—even when it's hiding—the sun's a little brighter. Molly and I went thrifting, stopped for brunch, and spent an hour or two at the garden center. I collected some night dresses, terra cotta pots, and pretty patterned textiles (things a lot like this and this). And then I picked up a plant that bears a slight resemblance to myself. You'll see.

self-portraits

It's Sunday. My new cardigan is beautifully shear, and with all the lights off in my apartment the overcast day seems incredibly bright. One of my New Year's goals is to begin taking self-portraits—sometimes I feel quite shy of myself, and I see this as peut-être some sort of therapeutic solution. But also, I usually find others' to be completely lovely and revealing.

So, hello from my bedroom. I had breakfast with Sam this morning, and now I'm spending the day relaxing with my plants and Audrey Hepburn (until I have to trek to my late night shift).