“a bee is never as busy as it seems; it’s just that it can’t buzz any slower.” // k. hubbard
if someone could explain how the idiom that ‘the busiest men have the most leisure’ came to be, i’d really like to know exactly how – because i’m obviously doing it wrong.
i’d give anything for idle hands and what they could get up to, because this running list of things-to-do-and-things-that-needed-to-get-done-days-ago, is both getting out of control and not just a little bit boring. i need/want to sit in a comfortable chair for hours on end, stare into the middle distance and contemplate my navel.
alas, i’ve got too much shit to get done. it’s no wonder that when i do have a moment of clarity, all i can imagine is light, simple, and the complete antithesis of fussy – i’m talking austere, babies. i’m talking a vast area of white space between my left ear and my right.
guys – i think i might need a nap.
➝ source : the birdy double-strap watch via shinola
➝ source : hula sound (naked) via reiko kaneko
➝ source : cobra bracelet via janis savitt
➝ source : chic pouch via a.p.c.