Happy Note

Soon the days will grow colder, the mornings will become darker & the air will have an autumnal chill-- so, as a little keepsake of summer, will look no further then these 'happy notes'. . .

Happy long weekend,


Joey xx




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The Farewell Summer Lip Scrub | for kissable lips

* 1tsp honey

* 1 tsp olive oil

* 2 tsp granulated sugar

* a few drops of lemon jiuce

* a few drops of your favourite essential oil

1. Place the honey in a small bowl & warm in the microwave for 4 - 5 seconds

2. Add the remaining ingredients & stir to combine

3. Apply to your lips with a q-tip using a circular motion

4. Continue the circular motion for about 1 minute

5. Rinse with warm water, pat dry & apply your favourite lip moisturizer

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Good bye summer... Hello March

 With the end of February comes the end of a long hot summer... Already the days are growing shorter, the nights becoming cooler & although the sweet smell of summer still lingers on the air-- we know it won't be long before the winter knits must be brought out of storage & nights can be spent wrapped in cashmere blankets on cozy fur rugs. . . 

Already feel some what sad at the passing of my very favourite season-- but a small part of me is ready {& very excited} for a cool change. . .

Hoping your March is off to a wonderful start!

Joey xx

*All images via here

The sea breeze is in the air. . .

The days are longer, the sun is warmer, the sea breeze is in the air. . . Heading into my most very favourite time of the year-- Spring is quite lovely with afternoon tea's & new flowers & pulling sparkly sandals out of storage... But nothing can compare to the fresh, salty, straw-hat-wearing, ice-cream-eating, bikini-donning season that is summer. . .  

 

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:

But thy eternal Summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; N

or shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: 

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. 

                                                                                          Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare

 

 

* Image credits: this is glamorous // home stories a to z  // pretty stuff  // cupcakes and cashmere  // whats not to love  // corset  // a creative mint // tiny white daisies // fashionising