I've been getting a few freelance gigs as a styling assistant lately, which means some very, very long days, but also means a little bit of cold hard cash in my pockets for once. Last weekend was another work weekend for me (hence all the returns on Monday), and as usual, my first urge was to go out and buy myself some flowers as a reward for a job well done (and, most importantly, DONE!)
I was so exhausted Saturday night that I was dead asleep by 11:30 (which NEVER happens), and when I woke up the next morning (ahem, afternoon?) the bedroom was full of the scent of these peonies that had fully opened up over night. I can think of no better way to wake up than to the smell of fresh flowers...except maybe to the smell of freshly baked bread? It's a toss up, for sure.
In conclusion: I will probably end up taking this exact photo about two thousand times. Only the flowers will change (and the knick-knacks might shuffle around a bit.)
