Towering stalks, childhood laughter, flowers give colourful fragrance, strength and continuity in a world that is increasingly faced paced, hectic and often indifferent. They give us plenty of fodder to create beautiful things.
Flowers improve the quality of life enormously; they’re the new accessory for all generations. They are vital players in our lives. Period.
Fashion seems to take a lot of movement and inspiration from flowers. Epically recreating some scenes that only a wild meadow of the most brilliant and bright and gorgeous blossoms could induce. I love watching a woman try on something – from the waiting room of course. It’s a moment of pure excitement for her to gift herself with this simple opportunity. “How do I look?” she exclaims. “You look amazing, never before have I seen you this beautiful.” I say. She blushes and in gratitude gives a slight curtsy. For me, flowers have the same appeal. Whenever I’m around them I feel a passion that is unbridled, it does not hesitate for anything. I can imagine myself, easily, in a field or on the farm I hope to one day own where these flowers reign completely supreme and I get a chance to dance around them with the vigour and intensity I love about me. Flowers are my centrepiece of attraction – they just are themselves. Standing for all to see. They’re not afraid to be who they are.
I praise myself for big and little things.
I am a wonderful being. I used to scold and criticize myself because I believed it would help me improve my life, and yet, criticism seems to make it harder to change and progress. So, as I listen to my inner dialogue and find that I am being critical, telling myself that I am not good enough or that I’m doing something wrong, I recognise the old patterns of childhood, and I immediately being to speak lovingly to my inner child. Instead of tearing myself apart, I choose to nourish myself with praise and approval. I know I am on the way to becoming consistently loving.
flower pattern monday
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The Royal Winter Sale begins tomorrow at Cavendish Square. Lots of exciting discounts on gifts, fabulous flowers and pretty things on offer. See you soon…
“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.” — Claude Monet
pastel inspiration
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happy monday
breathe in the colour
and allow yourself to be
all that you can be
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blue lookbook
credit: Chica Loca (blue dress)
Benita Allen, owner and designer of Chica-Loca, describes her label (which means crazy woman in Spanish) as “a playful blend of panache and mischief.”Chica-Loca belongs in the wardrobe of the young-at-heart city dweller, who is both elegant and determined – in other words, an educated bombshell. “But innately feminine….the clothes are a bit tongue in check, I think.”
Allen has mastered the art of mixing colour and texture with design and functionality. Her designs, although trend-aware and current, are refreshingly unlike anything else on the local market: equally at home in Kloof street cafes’ and the cobbled streets of Havana, Buenos Aires and Rio de Janeiro. She has a fabric-first design philosophy, choosing inspiring fabrics and allowing them to inspire her breathtaking designs.
The end result is a collection of head-turning must-haves that oozes confidence, a touch of madness and a certain jais ne sais quois much loved by those fun-loving fashionistas who already own one or more Chica-Loca originals.
(via absolute-sunday)
“If we don’t reach out, love cannot find us.” — Louise L. Hay
