I remember when Friday night held a whole other meaning for me. It was the night that meant a sleep in followed. To let my hair down, and paint the town (or something like it) and far distant from current life.
Perhaps it's being a cancer, perhaps it's age, either way I have become a total homebody. Nothing makes me happier than thinking about a weekend ahead and laying low. Waking and lounging in my pyjamas, sipping hot coffee and munching on toast. Heading to the beach/market/playground. Pushing the pram and walking the dogs. Knitting or reading while Poppy naps and Piper plays peacefully (hehe, dream much?!.) Cooking a wholesome dinner and playing in the garden while it simmers/bakes/bubbles. Early baths. A wine. A movie. Sleep.
Pretty much my recipe for the perfect Saturday with pressing repeat being my Sunday best.
Hope your weekend is the same.
♡ ashley
Haha, I can relate Ashley. How times change, huh?! I think it's nice to have had those times and loved that life, so we can appreciate how lovely it is now, to be doing the complete opposite. Lucky Mama's :) xo
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