Her hair sticks out in thick, orange locks, like a bonnet of petals, the blondish centre appearing to be the centre of this little flower. Continue reading

At the end of the trail was a little turquoise cabin. It was small and opened with two glass doors that folded against their frame. Surrounding the cabin, and even crawling up and over the roof, were flowers of an… Continue reading

Brush strokes like fine petals layered upon one another. With a skirt that looked like a waterfall of vines. Continue reading

There was a sheen on the autumn road from the midday showers, lighting up the path with the sun’s glory. It made the dying browns of the leaves and thriving greens of the grass seem to ignite and flash with… Continue reading

Her skin was warm mocha, contrasting beautifully with her creamy, white hair. Her eyes were a pale-ish red, like ripening berries, sweetening as ideas grew in her head. Continue reading

I found flowers one of the most fascinating things to look at in terms of clothing. I did this a lot when I was younger, around eleven, and was obsessed with making clothing out of flowers and so would draw… Continue reading

I was visiting relatives a few weeks ago and to avoid some of the conversations (political) I started reading the stack of magazines on the little side table beside the lounge I was sitting on. There were three Better Homes… Continue reading