My favorite meal by far has to be Sunday brunch. No seriously, not any other day, the brunch on Sunday is always different than any other day. It started when me and my brother was younger, and my mom would make us scrambled eggs at home, if the majority of the family wasn't playing golf that is. Or, if we were with my dad, we'd always go out and have brunch at cute little coffee shops. Now, I don't really pay attention to breakfast, but every sunday, I wake up with the urge of combining breakfast and lunch. Long story short, I went to brunch with my Canadian sister today.
Galiba en sevdigim ogun pazar gunu edilen brunch olsa gerek. Baska gunlerde edilen kahvalti da ayni olmuyor nedense. Kucukken annem evdekiler golfe gitmiyorsa pazarlari hazirlardi brunch. Babamdaysak da babam bizi en seker kahvelere gotururdu. Simdi kahvaltiyla cok aram olmasa da pazar gunleri kahvaltiyla oglen yemegimi birlestirme istegiyle uyaniyorum. Neyse cok uzattim, bugun en yakin arkadaslarimdan biriyle brunch'a gittik...
Wearing a Zara Sweater, Club Monaco Pants, Acne Boots, Barbara Bui Purse.