What a cracking evening. Walking home underneath a turquoise-violet-pink sky is damn good for the soul. The air smells like the aftermath of fireworks and the promise of winter.
Me and the blog have rekindled our flame, we're courting again, taking things slow and taming belly butterflies. Ahhh breathe it innnnn. Loving the Brownie's charm of my latest American Apparel crush- the colour of Foxes fudge crunch of which I have gauged myself on slowly and steadily throughout the day. But consistently. Above all things, consistently.