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