
I LOVE THURSDAYS.
let me explain.
Thursday is the day before Friday, and I don't know about you, but I personally see Friday as the tiny budding glory into the weekend. It's the day you sit at your office desk with a certain tap in your foot, and a special stroll in your walk; and you seem to sing a different tune that is only special to Friday. (I like to refer to it as the "Friday Singy-Song") You know that as soon as the clock hits 5 o clock, your time has begun - and there is nothing holding you back until 8am on the following Monday. And even if you don't work the regular 8-5, there is a magic found in weekends that just doesn't come about on the other days. The grocery store is busier, more people are out walking their dogs at the park, festivals in the town square are found in hoards, and the beer just tastes better!
What is more exciting, is weekends give you longer than the standard 6 hour time frame to go seek out a new adventure. Depending upon where you live, you might be able to hit the beach all weekend, or run a race that spans across 3 states, or maybe stay in a nice hotel in your own neighborhood that you've always dreamed of splurging on just -- for the heck of it!
You see, anything can happen -- and that's the magic.
I'm a firm believer that we not only need rest to help with our mood, and to help keep away the bags from forming under our eyes...but we need rest in order to dream bigger, and think outside of ourselves more than ever before.
So I've decided, that in honor of weekends and in honor of the mantra that "anything can happen" I will be showcasing a crazy dream and wish that I have in store for that weekend. Most of what I share will be outrageously luxurious, perhaps even a bit silly, and mostly just very simple and sweet.
So this weekend begins:

Longing to be in the Spanish countryside...
With a dark & broodingly handsome tour guide that I met in the patisserie early Friday morning while sipping on the most delicious, creamy cup of espresso, and reading InStyle Espanol. We'll spend the weekend meeting the locals and struggling to understand my god-awful Spanish and his terrible English. He'll buy us cheese and wine from the local markets, and I'll make him a crown from gathered wildflowers.
What about you?
What are you dreaming about this weekend??