I am exactly the same with what i wear, going through phases with certain dress/shoe combinations; what colour with what combinations; wearing my hair in certain ways…the list would exhaust you, that i can be sure of. In a rather roundabout way that probably revealed a little too much about my crazy beans; i have been falling head over heels in love with Blossom of late. And i can't resist its sweet little blooms whenever i pass.
Grey skied, late afternoon blossom watch on the way home. I love how the pink is less pink, and yet it still looks like a tree filled with a candy floss of blooms.
Twilight, skylight and bicycle riding blossom. Bluer, sweeter and holding onto the last rays of sun creeping behind the clouds. If i could reach, i bet twilight blossom smells the sweetest.
Hair blossom and cheek blossom! Flowers upon flowers nestled in a messy mop. Its not real blossom - but its as close as i get for now.
Blossom inspired mood boarding on a lazy afternoon. Loose cotton smocks worn with pale pink over knee socks; slept in hair, worn florals; muted everything. 1950's. Bees and bicycles and wearing the prettiest knickers. Floral perfumes and weaving scarves through braids. Wilting roses. Candy floss blossom blowing in a soft breeze.
Blossom dreams. White cotton bedding, heady with the scent of delicate soap powder. Falling asleep with hair plaited and still damp. Freckled cheeks. Rosey cheeks - flushed from a warm candle lit bath. Rose petals. Soft cheeks and nude nails. Falling asleep under the glow of fairy lights and the song of a little bird.
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Oh Spring. You've been a long time coming my friend.