Georgia has me until May.
My mind still has a steady flow of inspiration from Paris. Even though it would be nice to still be there as the layers of clothing get thinner and thinner, and the temperature gets higher and higher, convincing all of the flowers in their lovely little flower boxes to come out and show their pretty, little selves. I have been having sudden cravings for flowers; fresh and dried, liberty and chintz. I came home to my parents' house, with a fresh made bed of floral linens, which furthermore enticed my fancy for flowers.
I will be posting more on Hemingway, as I continue to save money in Savannah and create.
For now, all I have to offer is an image of my cat amongst my musings from Tim Walker.
