I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’ve just clued in that it’s already March, or that our wedding is now 186 days away, or that I feel guilty that I didn’t set myself any New Year’s resolutions this year. To be honest I never really have. Maybe it’s because I’m not great at following through with things (but…I think I am), or because I am great at procrastination (this is true – I really am), or maybe I just simply have too many things I want to resolve to do, and I just can’t choose the most important. Continue reading
Sunday mornings are are made for bedroom snuggles, warm cups of tea, soft pillows and good books. At least that’s how they should be enjoyed. More often than not, my weekend’s become full before they even begin and allotting time for such things just isn’t in the cards. This Sunday I made time. Not only because I actually had some, but also because I need to be a more diligent reader. I love reading. I love books. And I love buying books. Some may say even more than reading them, I like collecting them. I like their hard covers, and owning full collections. I love a full bookshelf. I have one. However I have not read every book on it.