Surrounded by blooms. I was never a geometric kinda girl. I went through a phase thinking that wearing floral fabrics wasn't entirely age appropriate and that I should embrace plains. In sophisticated neutrals. Do you know what, no.
Decorating the bathroom door, after a party. Who am I kidding? They'll stay up all year.
Old plates, handpainted. You can see the paintbrush strokes. These live in the kitchen by the dishwasher. Brightens your day as you crack your shins on the open dishwasher door, as I seem to do more and more.
Everywhere. Do you think the universe is telling me to get a flower tattoo?
And look what I get as presents! An old floral tablecloth from a lovely friend who came over for scones and tea on a drizzly afternoon last week. You SO get me, Irene!