I have always delighted in the timeless beauty of flowers and most especially those of dried flowers. As much as I adore fresh flowers...(certain blooms have moved me to near tears!) I find myself always drawn to the everlasting beauty of dried petals and stems... the muted color palettes invite one to glimpse into that particular bloom's past life. And yet still, the blossom is all together lovely and should be appreciated in it's current state. Very much like vintage and antique clothing. I've come across Edwardian dresses that show signs of wear and age, a bit of foxing here, some slightly unraveled threads......

The frost is thawing and the days grow longer. Yet, does it ever seem like this liminal time between Winter and Spring can last for an eternity? As we shift into a new and more colorful chapter of life, the desire to celebrate grows ever stronger...but how, when the timing feels a bit too...just on the cusp of change? Perhaps the frost has been accruing about your winter mind as well and is finally thawing too, and your limbs require a warm-up before they abound for sunny fields. Now is as a good a time as ever to remind yourself to walk, before...