I think I have seasonal affective disorder. I cannot take this cold, raw feeling any longer. I have been living in a foggy, grey wasteland for what seems like eternity. I can't remember winter being so long and so cold. Is this a sign of age? (please say it's not just me).
I want to feel the warmth of the sun, the buds bursting forth, a kaleidoscope of color enveloping me in the birth of a new season! Maybe that's why I have been surrounding myself with flowers. A colorful interior palette is the next best thing ~
A little floral fantasy to interior finery in anticipation of what's to come.