One of my best friends is in Paris this week, and for some reason she took her husband instead of me (Whatever. It’s fine.) To cope, I took my French market tote, striped top, and ballet flats to the farmer’s market where I let the kids pick out macarons.
My fire? Tacos ????
Saturday is great and all but I think Sunday is my soul mate ????
Have so much light that plants grow towards you ????
