renee anne // art. love. food. life

I am not joking. I had been waking up every morning with a sad little face, as I looked at the mess and non-nice arrangement atop my bedroom drawers. No matter how many times I played around with decorating, I just couldn't get it right.

I brought home a gorgeous bunch of locally grown roses, and put them on the drawers. For some strange reason, this happened. And I thought it looked pretty damn nice.

So now, I can wake up every morning and smile. I just need to promise to buy fresh roses every week, and not catch a glimpse of the so called "collection" of drinking glasses that my boyfriend has on his bedside table. He tells me it will keep growing because that is what collections do. The other day I noticed him drinking water out of a wine glass. That too has joined the collection.

to go back to bed // to be an artist all day