This is one of my favourite corners of my house. The collection of mismatching glass bottles have been scavenged from op shops, after nights of boozing and one even once contained a condiment in my fridge. The antique table was my parents answer to my persistent begging for a writing desk of my own, and was the first place that I sat and dreamt up stories when I was little. A vintage suitcase stashed underneath, complete with old travel stickers, offers the promise of escaping to foreign lands. Pretty pink blooms make this little nook look and smell like spring.
xo
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