smells like home...

Today I woke up and found no socks to wear... decided to go dig in a small bag with a few things I haven't touched yet (from the things I brought back from Paris). Found a pair of striped socks that had the smell of my Parisian laundry soap... 

I've been having some hard busy days... a loooooot is going on...

don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining... is just that sometimes is hard to look at the big picture...

PS. as if she was reading my mind I come home to find this post... exactly when I was thinking how badly I could use a calm evening chez elle...

PS2. found this tune and am a bit addicted to it...