i don't own pretty enough words to tell you about our holiday. esmé said it best when she walked downstairs on christmas morning.
is this a true story? she gasped.
i think it is. happily ever after, all.
if you'd like, you can read about my favorite holiday tradition over on s.hoptalk. and even though i didn't get a peacock cloche this year, my gifts - given and gotten - were quite perfect. photo via spiderlashes.