There is something magical about waking up in London. Even before the city is fully awake, it feels as though a thousand beautiful stories are already beginning. A red bus passes quietly in the distance, the morning light settles gently across the rooftops and somewhere nearby, a little café is preparing its first pot of tea. My days are not always glamorous or perfectly organised, but they are mine, and I have learned to find beauty in every part of them.
I love beginning my morning slowly whenever life allows it. Before checking messages, fashion trends or website statistics, I take a few quiet moments to gather my thoughts and thank God for another beautiful day. I open the curtains, allow the London light into the room and make myself a comforting cup of tea. There is something peaceful about holding a warm cup while the rest of the day is still waiting to unfold.