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A perfect early Autumn day in New England. The roadside corn, apple, and cider stops are popping up everywhere! I can’t get enough of days like this.
my sweet Puck
self portrait
…and what my desk actually looks like. Although the picture was taken before, I did just get an exquisite lamp for it that I am pretty pleased with. Oh well, such is studio living.
(Source: les-charmant)
Dear Stranger,
I have had the most glorious sense of optimism and hope lately. I awaken with an urgency; a need to make the day matter, and the feeling that I have the power to accomplish things. I shake off mistakes, giggle them away and try again. I recognize my youth, and no longer feel wizened and ashamed of the accomplishments I have not yet achieved. I have time, they will come. I feel powerful, hopeful, and young. I am frequently told by my elders that I am mature beyond my years, but maturity does not walk hand-in-hand with cynicism and fatigue. Maturity allows for a graceful acceptance of aberration and delights in exuberance. I hope that you feel this way as well.
-Britt
Hazy morning, strawberries, tea & honey, a purring cat. The best start to the best days.
The table at the end of my bed.
