Jetlag is kicking my butt. As it turns out, returning from vacation smack bang in the middle of a work week is a strange, strange thing which truly messes with your body.

My large suitcase is still hanging out in my tiny room. Still full, save for my toiletries and items of clothing grabbed in sleepy frenzy the last two mornings. Unpacking - first thing on the list of weekend things to do, it seems. I tend to be the plan-every-outfit and then pack hours before leaving girl who takes forever to undo all that. 

Well, Happy 4th, America! And cheers to you, Friday.

{Above: Smooth afternoon mochas at Ole, Brisbane, before watching Snowhite and the Huntsmen - on that note, what a dark, dark movie!}