“I must have flowers, always, and always.”
― Claude Monet
Today my sis was making her first purchase at Tiffany’s, and as I waited for her to sign off and collect her little blue box, I notice behind a counter a singular pot of orchids sitting contently in the sun. If only I could afford it, I would have fresh flowers in my house every day, filling the room to the brink, like the scene from Baz Luhrmann Great Gatsby. Sip tea amongst them in my chandelier dress, and busk in the streaming sun light from my french bay windows.