Since a few days there is a fresh wind blowing in our house*… No more late nights and slow mornings, nope, it’s getting up at 7 and racing S to the train station now. (Which makes the mornings go like this: 'A red light?!? Oh NO!'… 'What! These road works haven't been announced!', '7.59… We can still make it!!!')
I did dread the change, but now it actually doesn't feel so bad. Life has sped up a bit, I'm (trying to be) more organised and more things seem to get done – and in the end, even relaxation can become slightly boring, don't you think?
But the new, busy mood also feels like good-bye to summer. So I put on the old 60s mini dress from my mum's cellar and sat myself into the field – for one last summer shot.
*Can I blame Earl for my choice of words?
dress: 2nd hand/self-made, bag: lambertson truex