I’m not here with anything substantial but a sliver of what a good, organized day looks like at Trumatter’s.
When the maid comes on time and the boys are in control.
When the rain has stopped and stopped bringing much with it.
When the pigeons have stopped shitting all over and its shiny.
When its pre-winter and you’d like to read a book or two here…
when succulents are kept the way they are and the room’s flooded with light
when everything is looking perfect
When my home smells of freshness
That is when I think the most about everyone of you!
You all would like my place.
And since some of you are very far away, here’s a small sneak peak.
Incase someone else is interested: