Was supposed to post this last night, but fell asleep after filling my tummy with teppanyaki. The occasion? My mom’s birthday, and this fresh bouquet was what I got her.
I don’t know what my dad would say about it, but my mom once said that you get your smarts from your mother – also, for that fact, my more prominent dimple.
My artistic side I guess my dad would claim.
My temperament (swinging from giggling and loud laughter to self-deprecating silence) is a balance between both.
Bomber jacket, 5cm, thrifted
Belt from an Italian market
Laceups, Next, thrifted
I guess, like this bouquet, it would depend from which angle.
I am grateful to them both. Don’t ask them though, where I got the crazy.
That part is entirely my own.
Ah, flowers! As with genes, it doesn’t depend only on what you get, but what you make of them.