I don't think I've ever spent a day drinking quite so much tea as I did today. But when it's served in such pretty, pretty cups, what is a girl to do (but just that)?
I think I've found inspiration again---for that bistro-come-bakery I will one day open (the important things, can't you tell?). I will have bunting. And mismatched cups, with their saucers. And cake stands. And floorboards. And wood.
Today just confirmed that---it was many of my favourite things rolled into one. (Only he was missing at the end of the day---but, you see, he's quite an important thing to be missing).
But to top it off, a little girl told me the world was beautiful (as she pressed her cheek, her nose, her forehead close to the glass of the train's window). And it is, you know. It is. And fingers crossed it will stay that way. Fingers crossed so tightly.
*I couldn't decide which of my photos I liked the most---the originals or the Poladroids. But I think I like the cleanliness of these, the latter, more.
**I have my eye on that Dickens teapot---it is beautiful. But it is also quite, quite horrendous. I haven't seen a thing like that in a very long time but boy, oh boy, does it appeal to my literary-loving, tea-drinking tastes.