This is my kitchen sink. It overlooks a preserve of grasses.
And it overlooks winter snow.
White, cold snow.
White, cold snow.
But I wanted something girly and fresh in my window.
Pink. I hardly put pink in my house.
When I found this wreath at a shabby chic store, I snatched it up.
Never knew where I would put it, but knew I wanted it somewhere I would see it.
A place where I would see it a lot and smile.
Ah, where I do dishes, of course.
Ah, where I do dishes, of course.
