Two weekends ago now, we spent a couple days in a small
cottage alongside a massive lake. A place we'd never been, but hope to return. We
ate dinner and we met friends, and it was extraordinary. We bought fish directly from those that fished it. We spent the day with the sun in our eyes and the shoes off our feet. We swam in that very large lake, we walked for coffee near dawn. And we spent time giggling with
these two. It was one of those weekends that felt like all the perfect parts of summer rolled into two short days. One of those weekends that July and August are made for. Too, we came home with the Mjölk book. It's the first in a run of coming volumes inspired in part at least by those self-published books you find in Japanese boutiques. And I think by craftsmanship and design. And by passion and travel too. And I'll tell you what, it's beautiful. Find it
here. xo, n
this song this pizza truck
these images (
via)
blood orange cocktails summer berry tarts! this bag
these sandals and these
apple fritters 
also, these things from mjölk:
this knife
these little trays these
coffee scoops these bowls
this brush
all photos courtesy of mjolk