in my daily search for inspiration i see more and more flowers, in all sorts of arrangements and ways and corners and to be honest, when i was a bit younger (i know, i'm not that grown up now, but i sometimes feel like one) i didn't had an interest in flowers or plants, like mom does. they just seemed nice and that was it. but now, in time, my love for them has become fonder and their pure beauty is simply necessary for me beyond their obvious key place in a lovely deco idea.
that is how i decided, after receiving from grandpa many daffodils that he got from someone's home garden, that i will split them in two: half in a pretty bouquet standing in the clear vase next to the zines lined up near the window light of my bedroom and half hanging from the ceiling.
i simply tied them with a white thin thread to the canopy vail hook i have above the bed and for four nights and days i had their luring scent filling my sleep and the air all around. i'm still thinking and searching for ideas of what i could make out of dry flowers, since they remain pretty even after they die.
i wish i had a big open white space to make a curtain or an entire ceiling out of white, black, grey and pale pink flowers.