A bud, a posy, a bouquet, a vase overflowing with blooms.. They make me happy and are an all too rare treat that I had forgotten until recently and now they are blooming everywhere.
There is a softly spoken of rule in our house; if flowers are mentioned a (Bruce imposed) minimum period of 3 months comes into effect before purchase of any type of flora can be considered. Due to this rule being in effect most of the time, for some reason when ever I am close I always slip up, floral bouquets come around once every 3 or so years. This has been explained to me as a way to ensure that I get maximum enjoyment out flowers, and am always taken by surprise when they arrive as they are such a rarity. It’s flawed logic, certainly, and if I wanted I could always make a purchase myself. But where is the fun in that?
My dear Parjie does come to my rescue if I’m feeling extremely overwhelmed or have had a run of health issues that see me needing flora therapy and flowers for Pipsie are sent my way.
I’ve also taken the great step of planting flowers in the front yard that can survive a little neglect. They make a lovely centre piece on the table in an old maple syrup bottle, and B1 and B2 appreciate the added element to the set table and will often pick something to add, often to my poor plant’s detriment.
To change topic slightly (but not entirely, just follow me!!!!!!), my bathroom has been 2.5 years in the making and is now almost complete. It is Pipsie perfect. With a black and white claw foot bath , a vanity that actually matches, a mirror you can see more than half your face in, and a view that I could get lost in for hours.
That wall paper. Dark floral. I think I’ve been waiting for that wall paper all my life.
I first discovered it on the Design Files earlier this year. A quick internet stalk and I discovered Ellie Cashman, who resides in Netherlands, and has created the most breathtaking surface design I have every had the pleasure of seeing. (Surface design is an all encompassing description that also includes what the old schoolers refer to as wall paper, but it’s so much more fancy than wall paper!). It was heart skipping, squeal inducing love at first sight. And now finally it is a part of my home. In my bathroom. Unexpected and very fabulous. The best part is , that when I’m sprawled languidly in bed of an evening, the dark floral peeks through the door and brings happiness to my heart. It is very much art.
There are plans for more floral walls. I think next on my list will be the tulips to hang in my stitching room, or maybe the the Rose Decay. Who could pass up a name such as that? Then there is the laundry. And the down stairs powder room. And maybe the hall…. I never believed that the feature wall went out of vogue.
I think that Ellie may have plans to print fabrics in the future. I may have to give Liberty a rest for a while if that is the case. I will be cocooned, embraced, swathed or otherwise enveloped in dark floral, rose decay and dark floral to light fresco. Do visit her web store. It is a feast for the eyes.
Do you have a thing for surface design and feature walls?
Final note: I love bathing so much that I used to randomly have baths at friends houses when they bettered my own, which was always a great way to introduce yourself to your man friend’s friends as well. ” You have a bath and Margaret Atwood’s Alias Grace? Excuse me whilst I disappear into the bathroom for an hour whilst you indulge in computer mayhem”. True story. And the beginning of my love affair with Margaret Atwood.