the sun is glorious.
i have dreams of serving sables and tarts with my record player at the corner of a room. a sweet little room barely enough for 10. playing nat king cole and christmas songs all year round. vanilla black and good chai tea. copious displays of sweets arranged daintily on large porcelain platters on a big wooden table with gnarled feet. cushy chairs in slate. madeleines. no macarons. a big antique mirror at the back end with the vinyls. old lightbulbs hanging upside down from the window sill with flowers. daffodils.