Therapy with Flowers Beach Cottage Style
Fri 11th, Feb, 2011
G’day, Happy Friday. How are you?
Wanna talk about flowers and vintage china? Well come in, sit down & get comfy.
See that blue china up there…well that is a fave blue dish – one I love to within an inch of it’s life, it is a Grindley Petal (I kinda collect Petal, though the idea of being a collector drums up all sorts of horrid connotations of men in beige anoraks and spreadsheets to me, so I hesitate to call my adventures with the stash in the back of my wardrobe a collection…I prefer to think of myself a little less, how shall we say…regulated than a ‘collector’…especially as there is no more expertise in my dilly-dallying other than what I like the look of, or no more knowledge other than what is stamped on the bottom)
I love this dish though, knowledge or expertise aside, and she has been just about begging to come out of hiding and get a life…
I love her name – Lupin
…it conjures up, for me, pictures of old English cottages deep in the countryside, teaming with Lupins around a creaky old white wooden gate swinging in a summer’s breeze.
Granted that’s a lot to get from a dish oh about 17000kms away from the sweet romantic notions you are giving it, but indulge me here.
Now I have to say that this week I have been erring on the side of melancholy and I thought twice about admitting that, I mean there is not much I have to be melancholy about, but seeing as this blog, by association is of the autobiographical genre…and because this blog post is the result of me doing what I do when woebegone, then here’s the truth…
You see, when feeling rather down in the dumps I do a few bolstering things…though please none of this pulling myself up by the bootstraps, no, I like to wallow around a bit
…look at vintage things, and buy flowers, and read books, and not talk to anyone else and generally mooch around in my familiar place…I have a penchant for this old-fashioned at home pottering, practiced so expertly by our grandmothers…
And so I did precisely that…mooched with flowers and china and before long and just because a shed load of flowers somehow means that you cannot stay blue…as if by magic the gloominess disappeared…
And so that is it ..my vintage-china-table-decorating-lupin-loving therapy session.
At about 8 or so bucks a bunch, I reckon that’s the best deal you’re gonna find on therapy just about anywhere
Mr BC asked why all the flowers…I just raised my eyebrows ;-)
Over and out
p.s this flower therapy inspired by Maria’s oh-so-very-dreamy Valentine post...thank you for the inspiration (if you need some online-therapy visit the Dreamy Whites shop and drool)