I've never tried to hide the fact that, while I love and covet trendier, more modern styles, and have a crazy amount of admiration for folks who rock all that is different, unique, slick, or earthy, I am, at heart, a classicist. I know. I feel betrayed, too. Hold me. It's true, though. I love me a hilarious, boxing-inspired invite, but I went with classic script in a not-so-classic size and colour. I tried to break out of my comfort zone and do a "zen" bathroom, only to throw out the bamboo, and put my black and white photos, and silver julep cups, and pink peonies back in... I may be boring, but it's who I am, and at least I accept it. And at least classic never goes out of style. And one area that I haven't even TRIED to push myself on has been flowers. No crazy colours. No vegetables as flowers. Nada. All I've ever wanted is a smallish pile of my favorites, hopefully in soft, dusty, creams, ivories, pinks, and maybe violets, with minimal greenery, and a prettily wrapped handle. Classic. In a good way. Which is why the bouquet above, found over here, originally taken by Braedon Photography Blog just made me go, "*gasp* oh. my. oh, hell yes." I don't care if it's boring. It's pretty. ***So there.
***Sometimes we try so hard to be different we forget that being ourselves is more important than being different.
