It is cold and rainy here. In like a lion and all…
No matter, I’m not above making my own version of spring when necessary.
I’m surrounding myself with flowers. There are vintage-y thrifted flowers on my bed and some special ones at my side. That’s husband’s baby quilt covering the night stand and my great grandmother’s pink floral china holding my rings.
There are new curtains made from old sheets on the windows… A little floral cocoon in which to do our spring dreaming.
… And because we could hardly wait to see them up… They are hanging there with little yellow pins where a hem ought to be.
If the cold and wet stick around, that hem will get sewn, but if we spy sun behind those curtains all bets are off. As lovely as it is to wrap yourself in vintage flowers, it doesn’t hold a candle to running through the real thing.