Every once in awhile I dream of what it would be like to be pregnant again. I absolutely adored it even though I was sick every day for 9 months and gained 40 with KJ and 60 with Ellie. In my current dreams though I am quite blissful and easily resemble this mama to be. In reality though my non pregnant self still dreams and in these dreams I have carefree spaces layered with things I love, I live by the water, and I am continually and beautifully organized in my all time favorite binders. Rows and rows of the binders would easily grace my bookshelves. This little amethyst beauty from Mackenzie's new shop could easily keep all my papers from going astray upon my lovely little desk. Oh, and the best part? Some of my dreams can become a reality! (no not the pregnant part though)
