Sunday mornings are all about getting up late, yawning your heart out and hiding under the warm embrasses of your goose feather duvet. Everyone has its’ own idea of how Sunday mornings should be spent. Mine involves a hot cup of black tea to wake up my senses, while snuggling in my huge bed filled with fluffy, colored pillows, holding a magazine in one hand and with the other, strolling through Tumblr – I can’t help but multitask, even on this beautiful, sunny morning😉
The second best think about the bedroom (fallowing, of course, the immensity of the wardrobe) is the view: yellow, burgundy, a splash of green and chocolaty leaves brightened by these early rays of November sun. And while the garden turned into a carpet of leaves, I can’t help but smile at the green explosion that covers all the windowsills. It is said that flowers grow better if you talk to them on a calm, loving tone🙂 even if it’s not proven to be true, saying positive thoughts out loud gives you a general optimistic feeling. So give it a try!
This sunday is even more special because it’s the first of many spent in our new bedroom, our peach colored bedroom, filled with bits and pieces of our individual persoanlities. Therfore, lots of kissing was involved, cuddling and laughter🙂
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.