Growing up, Sundays were always a quiet day. There was nothing good on tv, so I had to come up with other means to entertain myself. (Adult-me is grateful for that. Kid-me, not so much.) Reading, writing, and drawing filled my afternoons. Even now, Sunday just seems…slower. Calmer. Sundays make me want to hang around the house in comfortable clothes doing something relaxing.
Which lead me to this:
Ugh, she’s stunning. She will be mine.
There are others, just as beautiful, in the same Etsy shop.