Your bag is empty.
With a cuppa in hand and a cosy knitted throw across your legs, the warm sun falls through the window. There, it finds you and a seriously good book. This is what a Sunday SHOULD look like.
On Sundays, slouch is the word. Tees, knits, sweatshirts and hoodies. And if you absolutely HAVE to leave the house (we’re talking emergencies only), throw on a pair of trusty Converse sneakers to ensure survival.
But for those who are staying in: light a candle by Damselfly, put your feet up. It’s Sunday, and we’re not going ANYWHERE.