Thinking inside of the box...

Two weeks. Two weeks of loveliness have started. Two weeks of no school, no child care, no mummy time, no going to the supermarket on my own and actually remembering what to buy. Do not get me wrong, I do love my children more than life itself. I just love them a teensy-weensy bit less in supermarkets.

Perhaps that is why the consolation prize seemed so much sweeter, and I so much more worthy, yesterday at the local garden centre, where their "Bygones" section seemed to hypnotise me to walk straight into its vintage arms. There it was, and at a bargain price. I do not like to think of myself as a materialistic shopoholic, but an old wooden apple box... does that count?

The infatuation was instant, and with it came a small lavender "tree" and a few more of the grape hyacinths I love so much (the larger one boasting to explode into two colours soon).

The series of images below may appear a little repetitive to those of you less besotted with the motifs, and to you I apologize. My delight in watching the delicate flowers against the rough wood, the blues and the light greyish-green againts the wooden brown, well, I confess I got a little carried away. Carried away times seven, to be precise.







Now, if only I could make my mind up what to do with this new woody friend of mine...

Categories: Decorating details , Flowers , Vintage