Weekends are for Love
Why the random posts dissecting life’s happiest moments? Gratitude’s in our DNA. Merci encore = thank you again.
With the Aromatherapie Atelier being the greatest time-suck over weekends (in the best way… we were just in Her World!), it’s such a luxury to sit in a coffee shop and catch up on all the TED talks I’ve missed in the past several months.
Played Amazing Race KL with this parcel last Saturday. Hopped on a flight at 655am only to return on a 250pm flight the same day to run errands and have lunch with my dear genius friends, Kimm & Derek.
Returned home to read in the park until dusk, eating the most gorgeous apple crumble ever. The light was amazing and there were so many funny kids in the park learning how to ride their bikes, playing with bubbles and catching guppies in the stream. It was almost as if I were back home in Australia. My brother and I used to feed horses and catch tadpoles in the creek as kids.
After a glorious sleep-in on Sunday, Cecilie and I had brunch and before meeting the guys for The Dark Knight, I started work on a new custom parfum (four hundred limited edition pieces, to be precise). And after a stint in Barcelona, Melbourne and Bangkok while I was in Paris, ATC met me for pizza, chicken wings and beer. It was divine. Us in a total dive bar, catching up on our four lost weeks. The conversation went like this:
“Wanna freelance? There’s an ed who needs a story about rolfing.”
“You mean rolling-on-the-floor-and-laughing?”
It’s back to work after church this arvo. The best weekends are a mix of good company and solitude, don’t you think? Grateful for all these things.
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