Yesterday I was walking Finn through the alley, and saw a tiny glimpse of purple. A little scrubby patch of violets growing in cracks of the concrete next to my neighbor’s garage.
I get sloppily sentimental when I see violets. Why? Because I know that right now, the front yard of my mom’s house in Wisconsin is completely & unabashedly awash in them. Her entire front yard is a veritable sea of purple, and I’m missing it. Violets will forever put a smile on my face, even if I’m eight hours away from that pretty purple lawn.
To ease my yearning, here’s an random assemblage of violet-colored pretties.
I really need to get some violet nail polish. Like yesterday.
Or opt for this reasonably priced ($35), but also totally adorable one, also by ban.do.
Violet tights keep the chill off bare legs, but also look spring-y. In Minnesota, that’s what Martha would call “a good thing.”
Blake Lively looks lovely swimming in violet ruffles.
A unexpectedly harsh “roses are red” verse. Burn!
Geez, four hits on the drum, and I’m already rocking. Q. Is there anyone cooler than Jimi? A. Of course not sillies, we’re talking about Jimi Hendrix!
And last, but not least, my ultimate favorite: A pretty posy of violets in a vase. [insert heavy homesick sigh]
Nails, Blake, poem & violet images all found here.
Well, I’ve got nachos to make and Etsy-bound threads to measure. Happy Thursday!
P.S. Here’s a silly snap of me trying to work the self-timer of my new camera. While sitting at a stoplight.
Someday I’ll learn how to work the damn thing. Just not today, and definitely not while driving.