Alex and I have been blessed in some many ways recently, and I'm not trying to sound like that spoiled kid who wants just "one more thing" and they will be happy, but I really would love to move into a bigger place. Technically we don't need a bigger place, I'm just being a diva. Our kitchen has always been my least favourite part of our apartment, so I avoid it like the plague. Which means the dishes get more and more piled up, we rarely ever eat a legit home cooked meal, and our dinning table is more of a dumping ground than an eating place.
Whenever I start to feel overwhelmed, I make a hot cup of tea and breathe. Maybe it's my mom's British blood, or my horrible addiction to procrastinating, either way a cup of tea seems to be the perfect escape from inconsequential stresses. So this is what my late afternoons look like. Leggings, a cozy sweater (I'm obsessed with this one from Rosegal), and a nice warm cup of David's Tea. Now excuse me while I actually get some house work done.