they arrived curled up in smooth balls, looking like some sort of exotic, fuschia-coloured fruit. Slowly, over the course of the week, they have unfurled and revealed themselves, in a sort of botanical dance of the seven veils, to be the most gloriously large, utterly perfect peach coloured peonies. When did the fuchsia turn into a delicate Watteau-esque peach? The secret life of plants....
As a result, I have been thinking a lot about flowers this week. My garden is full of deliciously scented white tea roses, and pale purple lilacs and irises ringing our little pond.
I have not been in the mood for silk-ribbon embroidery for a while, but a Bank Holiday in a sunny garden strewn with flowers + D and G + peonies did spark a bit of inspiration
Next, maybe some extra-large embroidery on a summer basket, or more wheat-sheaves on a linen clutch. Comments and ideas welcome. I reckon said basket with shimmery metallic slides (courtesy of Chloe via Net-a-Porter) and my all-time favourite summer lipstick, Chantecaille's China Rose is just about as good as a holiday.
Roll on summertime....
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