A couple of months ago everyone and everything was about the colour yellow. And I have to admit that it made me shudder. I found myself just shaking my head in disbelief as admired blogger after admired blogger waxed lyrical about the colour. I very simply did not get it. I do not like yellow. At. All.
Which is why I have these beautiful, beautiful roses in my kitchen.
And why I bought this vintage fabric the other day, with a big, big smile on my face.
And why I'm wearing my favourite skirt today - and loving the fact that it's almost the same print as the fabric above.
And also why I was so pleased when I opened a package from my mom yesterday and found a beautiful embroidered envelope (full of our old hankies - more on that another day), that she had embroidered when she was a child.
And why when I finally sat down the other day to read my 4Homes magazine my heart started beating a little faster when I turned to this page.
(I know this is orange, but I don't like orange either and count it pretty much as yellow - kind of) And smiled when I saw this colour combination this morning.
So there you go. I have no idea when or how it happened, but apparently I now like yellow. How could this be?
And how far behind a trend can I be???
