All of Paris seemed to be bathed in a pale pink glow despite the dreary gray days. It seemed everywhere we went during Maison&Objet we saw the palest of pinks, nudes and blush - and since my return I've continued to notice the same. Isn't it funny how once you start to notice a certain something - it all of the sudden seems to be everywhere. Is it just my imagination or is it really real? Maybe it's just our collective hope for the promise of spring?
"No winter lasts forever, no spring skips it's turn." Hal Borland