Clematis
Similar to a passion flower but far more... feminine. Seeing them reminds me about the fragility of life: They are a vine, each tendril reaching out to hold on tight. Like a newborn, eyes still closed, fiercely grasping onto its mother's outstretched finger.
Anemones
Vibernum
Chrysanthemum in a gourd vase (exclusive to Petals)
Above Protea, Below Ranunculus
I was chatting to Karen, a friend, on Skype last night. She is a wine guru and professional organizer - truly. Lifting up my make up box to the tiny computer camera, I proudly showed her my collection of lipsticks all categorized by colour. "What are all those lipsticks compensating?" She asked. "But one can never have enough reds!" I exclaimed, deftly avoiding the question.
Seeing the red ranunculus today reminded me of Chanel 19 "Gabrielle"; a deep red lipstick intense, creamy, demanding and complex. Perhaps my fetish for red flowers and red lipstick are one and the same: I love things that make me feel confident, sassy, sexy, memorable.
What impression do you want to make when you wear red lipstick?
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