this is what i see most mornings. the bf brings me coffee, sits down on the side of the bed and zee takes up her position, at his feet, staring longingly as he dips his rusk in his coffee.
coffee with some island gals.
funny how some buildings don’t have a 13th floor. no superstition in this one though, which is where the factory that produces my dresses is located.
(i stole most of this post from my photo-blog, seeing that i’ve been neglecting this one this week)