Today would have been the perfect opportunity to gather a group of friends and head to the park for a lovely picnic. Treats of the sweet and the savoury kind. Perhaps a game of Scrabble and a few glasses on champagne, only managing to come up with 3 an 4 letter words. Looking on as those energetic types kick around the soccer ball. Taking those photos that you think are oh so arty at the time, but once you review them a week or so later you cringe at your naivety. Having one of those afternoons you wish would last forever, generally a lazy, laid back time with not a worry in the world.
INSTEAD, I’m still home sick in bed. It’s getting a little tired now. I must also admit to being the worse patient too! I’ve run out of my Maggie Beer Burnt Fig Jam, Honeycomb & Caramel Ice Cream and I’ve not left the apartment in 4 days. Cabin fever is setting in. The only saving grace is my Lula magazine and Fleet Foxes on constant playback.
Have I mentioned how much I love Lula before? I can’t remember, but for the sake of this post, please keep reading while I wax on about how wonderful it is and give you a few sneak peaks of their wonderful world.
So my love for Lula is like a red, red rose. Lula actually makes everything better, for me at least. It’s visual Valium, pictographic Prozac! Lula is what a perfect world would look like. When the work day gets yuck, I flip through my Lula to remind myself that there is beauty out there, it just depends on the way you look at things.
Behold!
(Most of these images are from Lula Issue #1)
Plus Lula seems to have an even bigger girl crush on Kirsten Dunst than I do!
(The Virgin Suicides, anyone?)
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