A lot has happened over the past few weeks. I forgot to update love love love, and that was part of it (I promise to do August soon!) The short, 25 words or less version, is that I got a job. A full time job. A really, really, really good one. The kind of full time job that could drag me away from my freelance world of sleeping and writing, writing and sleeping, breakfast at 1 pm, lazy lunches in cronulla with RKA. This job is so good that I've had to pinch myself a few times just to remind me that it's real. The downside is, there's a little less time to spend here. But I'm still around, just a little less frequent. I hope that's okay. The other downside is that I no longer have a freelancer's weekend. Now, I am genuinely waiting for saturday. It's the first time in my life that I've felt like this. It's a new feeling. A strange one. And exciting, too. Saturdays are for: hot coffee, cosy cardigans, birkenstocks, reading in bed, long breakfasts, waking up slow, jumpsuits and overalls, farmer's markets, midday movies, changing your clothes, buying flowers, whispering and then laughing, more coffee (maybe a chai), buying magazines, taking your shoes off, messy hair, no makeup, short journeys, afternoon tea, cake, trying on stuff, being indecisive, making last minute plans, having a really good time. I love my Saturdays now.