mood-board seven.

I am looking forward to New York,
and then I am looking forward to spring.
I have spent the past few months snowed-in, flipping through books with the intensity of Hermione Granger, writing pages upon pages, and cannot wait (four sleeps!) to be in my favourite place in the world—going to museums, taking ballet classes, and hopefully a box of Ladurée macarons... when I return (seventeen days later), I am hoping for less slush, more walks with my puppy, pink and white tulips, more ballet classes, and reading piles of books by choice instead of obligation...
(Doesn’t Paul Cornoyer’s painting capture exactly the kind of dappled light that autumn and winter are missing? Leaves on the trees, rich shades of green, soft sunlight. It makes me think of Easter, sidewalk chalk and pastel colours.)