It's so easy to become excessive with things you love. If you want one, you want them all. But the eye is charmed by both the single specimen, as in one perfect rose, and by a profusion, as in fields of lavender.
And aren't we suggestible? A color name on a paint chip can send you into a frenzy of cotton. Or a pot of cream. . . .
Is there a color called mottled ironstone?
Would you sprinkle in a few flecks of rust and stir them in?
This little bowl is the newest bloom in my china garden. The mark of her name reads to me like a prize winning rosebud in a David Austin catalog.
I thought I would introduce her to you alongside the other creamy wares. Pots or pitchers. We make room for them all.
Thanks so much for stopping by!
Ciao! for now!
And guess what!
It's time for another White Wednesday
Don't miss the party!