by roséline
. . . friday was spent back in the city for errands and storage units and the post office and such; then a warehouse amidst boxes and last-minute labels, shipping containers and a thousand miles; and after forty-eight boxes of our things [mostly books and shoes, and mostly mine], it can it certain that
p is the very best ever, [although of that,
there was never any doubt]; and so, after all the commotion, the rest of the weekend was spent listening to the sound of the falling rain, glasses of wine and firelight . . .
hope you've had a beautiful late-october weekend and that it was beautiful where you are, —
roséline xo
[as always, a few lovely links below] x