FRIDAY, FRIDAY.

Happiest Friday, y'all. Mine's been a busy, busy week of work. Can't wait to unwind a bit...actually linger over my morning coffee...and spend much-awaited time just being with family and friends.

And yes, I have high hopes for your weekend as well. So here's to hoping it's grand, and filled with:

 Lots of lounging...in bed. 

 (P.S. such a mutt, right? This is literally what I woke up to one morning: in the middle of 

the bed, tucked under the covers,  head on the pillow. What a spoiled rat.)

 Lazy, friend-filled breakfasts. 

 Bright and happy walks. 

 Good coffee and good reads. 

 The yummiest afternoon snacks. 

  Fireside dinners that linger into the night.  

 (this was our wondrous Thanksgiving)

 And the ones you love most. 

I'm going to wear fur.

And lipstick.

Because why not?

Okay, so call me a romantic, but I hope your weekends are perfect.

What will yours be filled with?

*all photos are mine.

PALM SPRINGS FRIDAY.

It's Friday. In September. So that means you best get out there and soak up that last bit of summer. The right way...Palm Springs-like poolside...like Slim Aarons and his fab friends were so adept at doing:

P.S. I am that girl who watches the background set design of movies vs. paying attention to the storyline, and notices the wallpaper, furniture, lighting, etc. in TV shows, movies, books, what-have-you. So I, of course, immediately started fawning over the furniture in this photo. Just look at those white egg chairs...on legs! And that sloping upholstered lounge chair. And that tulip table on the right. And those natural rattan dining chairs. Not to mention the architecture...white, smooth stucco with Morroccan-esque archways. And palm plants galore in sleek, white planters. Not gonna lie...sort of wish my hubby would sport bright yellow pants and a printed jacket with no shirt. And a fedora. While I lounged in a pink caftan, waiting ever-so-patiently for my butler to pour me a martini. I was born for the 70s...in Palm Springs.