Put one's best foot forward.

{After yoga, in my Mum and Dad's backgarden and with slippers on my feet (for purpose of sharing with you these delightful numbers made by Teresa Cunha). For such a long time have I longed for a pair of these handmade embroidered slippers. They are as comfortable as you can imagine and too charming by half.}

Of late, I have been swayed by all things rose and have just come indoors having planted a Blue Moon rose in the front garden. I am in process of making own green nest a paradise. I am getting ready for summer days to be spent in the garden with nose buried in one book after another. Yesterday, upon rose fragrance whim, I tried a little of Serge Luten’s Sa Majesté la Rose on my right wrist and Les Parfums de Rosine’s Diabolo Rose on my left, and I fell for them both. I say a little of each, but in truth it was two decent squirts on the inside of each wrist, so liberal they trickled down my forearm. It feels this passion for all things rose has come unexpectedly, and I am hoping familial Christmas elves will take note. I’d be happy with a bottle of either, or with a Gold Bunny.
 
+ But a handful of weeks ago now, I was crowned a luck-struck giveaway winner. From loja de estar came all manner of delights to afford a grin. Thank-you Elisabeth, thank-you Sílvia, and thanks to the blogging community of clever, crafty, kind souls. Treat yourself too, why don’t you.

+ Thanks for playing along. xo