expensive blouses, vintage vases, blue or brown eggs. baby names, thrifting, eyebrows, NYC or Seattle. milk glass, cashmere throw blankets, holiday traditions and window treatments. pink champagne. Heaven, boots, books and jasmine plants. high end, beige manicures, mole sauce, bridesmaid dresses. make believe and key limes. clothes for your body. eleanor lake. right now love, ash.
Showing posts with label Fleurs de Fete. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fleurs de Fete. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Fleurs de Fete
Sadly, it's almost time to bid adieu to burning my wintertime candle; I've reached the dregs inside. Fleurs de Fete, (hand poured by Voluspa), is a blend of calla lily, creme roses, white narcissus, tuberose absolute and buttercream cake. Umm, yum. Yum. But I'm no good with goodbyes, so I plan on extending the lovely ness, and I will keep spare change in the tin. So our pennies will smell faintly like creme roses and cake.
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Ash after Italian food.