The Old Man Is Snoring

It is a drizzly grey day in Northern Virginia, but that means I get to rock my raincoat and sip tea till my heart's content. I finally moved my flowers inside, and now our front stoop is butt naked bare. I'm thinking pumpkins, I'm thinking wreaths, I'm thinking I need some serious decorations for this piece.

In the meantime, I will be daydreaming about this:

Roosters and long walks through the woods with my walkin' stick.
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Anthropologie living rooms.

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Wild and crazy manes and warm fall fashion.

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Weathered hardwoods and cool sunlight.

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Adorbs bedside ladders and hand-picked flower arrangements.

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THESE BOOTS. love.
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Any and all of these pillows all over my face.

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Entryway to the heavens, sigh.

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Meow, who wouldn't want to snuggle with that?!?

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Splash in da puddles.

xoxo, Hannah