I want to wake up to sun streaming through the window of my flat in East London with wooden flooring, brick and chipped white paint walls, a big luscious rug, a clothes rail all along one side which makes it look like my entire room is a walk-in wardrobe, a shelving unit for all my shoes to be kept nicely like Carrie Bradshaw’s, a white antique dressing table, a bookshelf with a wooden ladder to reach the books at the top, a washing line of polaroid photos of my favourite people and places, my huge print of Amsterdam hanging on the wall and numerous vintage nick-nacks. I want to spring out of my huge cosy bed with white sheets and pillow cases with moustaches on (moustachi?), and walk into my typical English kitchen full of white wooden furniture for my bowl of swiss style muesli with soy milk and chopped bananas followed by a mug of nettle & peppermint tea while I read my Bible and have a little chat with God. I want to change into my retro adidas workout clothes to go for my morning zumba class which is conveniently located downstairs and enables me to pop back up for a shower after and change into my ridiculously cool outfit while listening to Regina Spektor on the radio before walking down Bricklane to open my cafe. This, for me, would be living the dream. 

a-ladys-findings:

Leah Dietrich’s mother always told her to write thank you notes and so she does, to everything. With a heart of thanksgiving here are a few of my recent favorites

Dear Heart…

Dear Walks…

Dear Priorities…

Dear Less…

Dear Cereal…

Dear Really Good First Lines of Novels

Dear World…