There is a special sort of magic that only comes on a Sunday.
While my Saturdays are often days packed to the brim with errands and catching up and to do lists, my Sundays seem to demand the opposite. Sure, they still hold the same amount of time as a Saturday, the same amount of hours and possibilities, but there is something about a Sunday that says brunch and long walks with no destination.
^^ Photo from one of my favorite illustrators ever, Zoe Sees. ^^
When it comes to the love I feel for my nose, I think Facebook’s limited relationship labels describe it best, “it’s complicated.”
Everybody has a body part (or lets be honest, a few) that they’ve spent years trying to accept with mixed results. A lip moustache, a crooked nose, uneven butt checks — there is often a large gap between the moment you notice the things that bug you about your body and the moment you decide to fully embrace their originality.