I feel that my life is lacking in colour. My wardrobe is a sea of navy. Our house is painted in fifty shades of grey. I'm craving brightness. I saw a house in a weekend supplement yesterday that was full of vivid, crazy coloured ethnic-y prints and I came out in some kind of jealous rash. I'm now spending my Sunday night scouring ebay for colourful Suzani sensations.
I thought about filling the house with these Bonbon balloons as a cheaper alternative but think I'll be risking those white coated men making an appearance again.
What is it with me and pompoms/balloons/tassles at the moment?
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