i made myself breakfast the other day and while eating in looked down and noticed the colors. the yellow chairs we inherited from o's grandfather. the little glass of orange juice. the omelet with spinach and tomatoes. i had to jump up and grab the camera. in looking at the photo now, what i love most are the patterns in the table.
i am pretty sure i could eat breakfast foods for every meal and be a very happy lady (as long as cold pizza was considered breakfast).