“And for the rest of the night, he couldn’t quite forget the smell of her perfume. Or maybe it was the soft sound of her chuckle. Or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was just her.”
― Julia Quinn,
Hey Julia! Look at you, so sophisticated and pretty.
I’ll bet Julia spends her free afternoons strolling in her gardens and clipping blossoms to drape artfully around the house.
Gorgeous, grey-toned, soft colours coupled with a classic oval frame, and complimented by tiny watercolour blossoms. I am so in love with this collection, not least because of their pretty, hidden backs in a ditsy print, which is what I imagine a sprigged muslin looks like, even though I’m pretty sure it’s wrong and should probably google it.