So technically, I got home six days ago, but I had to spend some time running errands, catching up on Glee and getting used to pacific time zone again.
I am officially unpacked, laundered and my room is returning to order and cleanliness. I am finding homes for some of my new treasures.
Like this little beautiful, albeit, impractical box from Zambia. It is resting on a super cute dress I picked up in a vintage shop in London.
Or this delightful new passport case I HAD to get after my passport got completely soaked and warped at Victoria Falls. I mean, when you go to London, a trip to Smythson is always in order! Love that store. And that is sitting on a sweet little tray I haggled over for minutes in Livingstone.
But my favorite souvenir would have to be a little treasure I found in a vintage shop in London. I'll give you some hints,
It has a lock,
it has some keys,
it has a latch that looks like this,
Give up? It's a black Hermes Kelly that just needed desperately to come home with me! It's a little worn, but it is the most beautiful bag I've ever seen. It was on my life list to own one of these, but I didn't foresee that happening until at least 75. I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty excited about it.
I'll be back soon with photos and travel journal entries from Africa and London. In the mean time I am going to continue to love being near my reverse osmosis water purifier and my laundry machines, and appreciate being an American in a way I've never experienced before.