It's been one of those weeks. The type of week where Monday feels like Thursday and Thursday feels like thelongestdayofmylifethatneverevereverwantstoend. Fortunately it's Friday and, much thanks to the fantastic pair of J Brand Jeans I found on sale yesterday and the fancy person candle I found at Anthropologie that promised to burn for a hundred million hours and smell something like I imagine heaven smelling like one day, it looks like it's going to be a pretty terrific weekend. Phew. That mess of a sentence oddly resembles this week.
I'm off to do few more lunges in these jeans because, lets face it, you never actually find your size on sale. Before I go I'll leave this sneak peak of Andrew and Rachel's wedding from last Saturday. I'll also wish you an extra fabulous weekend full of a million hours of sleep, sweet dreams, and painfully delicious lattes. Banana pancakes would be okay, too.