And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see – or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.
Alice Walker
As I was walking home after work I took the time to pick a few flowers here and there. They grew into a bouquet of summer flowers, as I slowly made my way home. This is the gift I gave to myself.
Back home I put them in my favorite jug, a gift from mom. I adore the pattern on the now cream coloured china: roses, flowers and birds. I have matching coffee cups too.
I hope you’re finding something nice to give yourself too today.
Lovely flowers. And lovely jug! That fact that it was a present from your mom makes it even more meaningful. :-)
Gorgeous love your outfit! xox
Beautiful, beautiful ! I love that you give yourself such a sweet gift !
there is nothing like fresh flowers to brighten up a room. :-)
I so enjoyed this post. What a lovely boquet! And that vase is beyond gorgeous.
Thank you, it is really I never think to make for me a present…You have give me a
gift I must be more considerate with me. Sorry for my English and thank you very
much for all your post zouzou
I have to say that I ADORE the colors on your blog. They are so comfortable to me that it makes you feel liked a kindred friend.
“kindred friend” heh. I’m such a dork. I will blame the tired.
Flowers & the beautiful pink cardigan :)
Beautiful photos! I love your happy pink cardigan too!