TO LACK COLOUR

Oh, to be a cat.

This candle makes my whole room smell like an Irish pub and I love it. 

Always walking the fine line between taking pretty, atmospheric pictures and setting my bedsheets ablaze. 

February is nearly over and our christmas decorations are still up... but I mean, really they’re just trees, right? Its a pine tree garland now.  

What is it about autumn that turns me into such a home decor hoe. 

Leopold is my favourite little gremlin in the whole wide world (even when he wakes me up by knocking books off my nightstand and onto my head.) 

Leopold was eventually evicted from the bed after multiple repeat-offenses of attempted cake thievery. 

I made a lavender cake this morning (it was pretty fantastic) 

This tray was the best $5 investment I’ve ever made.

I call this Smorgasbord Toast. Smorgasbord Toast is what happens when you run out of your usual groceries so you just pile everything you have left that could feasibly taste good together onto a piece of toast and call it breakfast. Sometimes it's great, sometimes it's atrocious. You've really got a 50/50 chance with Smorgasbord Toast.

Hand-me-downs from my mom are the best. <3

I finally have a romper that fits! I do not however finally have a bookshelf, as demonstrated by the ridiculous pile of books flooding my living room floor. 

Slow morning. My legs and back ache from driving all day yesterday, groggy from waking up late spending too long wrapped cocoon-like in my blanket. I’m oddly glad for the slowness; the way the sun looks coming through the window in pale gold pillars, and the way it leaves angular shapes of light on the wooden floor for the cats to stretch out in like little sun worshipers, relishing the warmth. The slow crackle of the record player underneath the music that it fills the house up with. Full to the brim with sun and sound. The high ceilings really carry the sound, I never noticed before.

(On parking in cities after growing up in reasonably dispersed places with parking lots) "I think I was worried about someone seeing my lack of experience in the real world. Like someone was going to spot me crying, awkwardly side-hugging a parking meter after unsuccessfully parallel parking, and start singing "Another One Bites the Dust" spitefully in my direction." -Arden Rose, speaking straight into my soul. 😂 I highly recommend this book to anyone like me who's been sling-shot into adulthood and now has to balance things like paying bills and going to job interviews with the overwhelming desire to do nothing but eat frosting out of a jar and watch New Girl on loop for the 40th time. Arden gets it.

Wildly applicable.

“Don't worry, you're just as sane as I am.” ~Luna Lovegood

(custom wooden poster hangers 👉 www.etsy.com/shop/Tolackcolour )