lillie woke up an impossibly sleepy esmé surprisingly swift. she simply told her it was her fifth birthday.
it is not her fifth birthday.
uncle sugar called on his way in to work and asked does the coffee taste funny to you? like, sudsy?
why, no. not to me. in related news, it is apparently flawed science that strong coffee will overpower and magically negate all else. like, say...two squirts of soap and a half-arsed rinse. by me.
i've been giggling all morning. this is life, isn't it? these goofy little moments? nonsense, really, if you think about it. but today they've felt like little kisses.
ok, you. have a sweet monday. i'm off to bake a fake birthday cake for the mémé.
check that. no cake for her. because i just followed a fresh trail of shaving cream from the bath to the linen closet. where at least eight fat white towels are covered in blue gel. esmé claims to know nothing about this. in a strange twist, she now smells like tough beard mint.
not a fan of overalls or necklaces. imogene + willie makes me rethink that statement, yes? scroll through their lookbook to that willie's motorcycle white thermal tee. love? me, too. i'd like to snag it for a fall layer.