You can't go back now...

The damp chill of this morning demanded to be spooned. I obliged.  Then I dashed to get ready for what would become the laziest day of this entire summer.  Though I lounge about, I must feel *put together*, it jives well with my self-care manifesto.  Donning an over sized purple grandfather cardigan and ripped up boyfriend jeans {You paid for those? Wow, have I got a new business idea...he states proudly} and stuffing peanut butter toast in my yap I give Olivia a quick lesson in picture taking. She loves this, as she has inherent talents I can only dream of.  She snaps away, knowing to shoot what she *sees* and not what others deem 'a technically correct' photo.  I love that about her.  {I'd like to think she gets that from me.}

Well my feet protest this cold, for they despise socks and they reluctantly wear them to their chagrin. 'We've laboured all year!' they shout.  'And this is the thanks we get?'

Enjoy all your lazy day holds, drink up the company of those you love, make waves, rock the boat, and just generally run about causing untold and boisterous hi-jinks to occur.  Leave your mark on this day!

But in the end the only steps that matter are the ones you take all by yourself.~the Weepies

xoxo