A week before Christmas my lovely mother-in-law was struck down with this horrid virus that seems to be doing the rounds. I bought these flowers from the supermarket to give to her :: I didn't have enough money to buy the big flashy bouquets so I ended up choosing two quite modest bunches, ones of roses and iris, and another of carnations and a purpley flower whos name I don't know.
When I came home from the supermarket, I dumped my bag down on the coffee table and was suddenly struck by the beauty of the flowers nestled in my shopping bag. True eye-candy, it literally stopped me in my tracks.
I confess I paid very little for these flowers, and they did look quite carried-home-in-a-supermarket-bag rather than purchased-from-a-lovely-local-florist. So when I got home I took the two bouquets carefully out of their supermarket packaging and re-wrapped them, putting the two bunches together into the cellophane wrapping, but without all the stickers and plant food and sticky tape. I tied the bouquet together with some natural raffia and some pretty ribbon and they instantly looked better. Looked beautifully simple and put together with Love.
Just look at the colours, oh those colours!! They make my heart beat faster, skipety-skip. I find flowers endlessly inspiring, love the way the colours of petal and leaf can be so intense. I couldn't resist a quick snap of the blooms with the hexagons :: you can see exactly where my colour inspiration came from for this blanket, it was most definitely florally inspired.
My friends, I am not well today. This illness has been lurking around me the past few days and I was honestly hoping to beat it off, to drown it in lemon and honey and ibuprofen and positive thinking. But nope, it has me firmly in it's grips. I'm not sure if it's a nasty cold or something virusy, but whatever it is I sincerely hope it will sod off again very soon. Oooo dear me, I am cross aren't I?! I so h a t e being unwell, most especially during holidays. It sucks.
So I am typing this on the laptop on the sofa, in my pyjamas, with a hot water bottle and my ripple round my shoulders. J is back at work and the Little People are doing their best to be good for me and I am doing my best not to mope.
If I don't manage to make it back to Attic24 before December is out, can I now wish you all a very very Happy New Year. I wish for 2009 to bring much Happiness, Hope, Love and Laughter to you all, and I hope that you will find a ray of sunshine in each day and take pleasure in the Little Things.