All I want is to be on vacation somewhere far away from New York City's humidity. I want to be barefoot in a simple swingy black dress (something like this would be lovely) baking cherry clafoutis and drinking freshly brewed coffee. I want to be half way through a novel that I find so engaging I can barely tear myself away from the book. I want to have a stack of fashion magazines waiting to be read next to my bed. I want to eat tomato, avocado, and burrata tartines for breakfast and lunch (recipe here). I want to spend my mornings swimming in the sun and my late afternoons napping to the sounds of summer thundershowers. I want to not have a schedule or plan or a list of things that have to be done. I want to eat ice cream. I want to be calm. I want to be in this kitchen.
This kitchen is perfection.
Image via Pinterest.