Sunday Morning

I love Sundays. They're easy my favourite day of the week (probably because inside my 20 year old exterior lives an 80 year old woman). I love the sleep ins, the "i'll get around to it later" attitude of everyone in my household, the Sunday paper (yes, mostly the lift outs), the big breaky, the last minute plans, and when I have to work- the Sunday rates. With the weeks passing me by ever so quickly, now working two jobs to save for my European holiday, I am hereby dedicating this Sunday to myself. I'll be kicking up my feet, staying cool in this Aussie heatwave, watching far too much TV, making a delicious brunch for one, and revelling in the fact that I need no other excuse to do all this except "Hey, It's Sunday"!

Taking a nap and dreaming of this.

Spending the day trying to figure out how to save and shop at the same time.

If I wasn't saving my pennies to holiday, it would be for this.

5 months and counting.

Nothing like a quirky cafe to start your Sunday.

Finding all kinds of fashion inspo.

Truth.

Sunday breakfast perfection.

Birthday cake inspo.

Exactly what i'll be doing.

If only we all woke up like this.

Gorg.

Sunday lovin.

Dreamy.