It seems that everything from hoodies to tank tops are being adorned with ruffles these days. The frilly trend has even taken to home accessories. Though probably not the most hubby-friendly design element, a few ruffles here and there might add a touch of romance and decadence to your room.Images borrowed from Country Living & ApartmentTherapy.
Unless you're Dexter Morgan or Henry VIII (apologies, I've been watching some serious Showtime lately), there aren't too many pleasures in life that should make you feel truly guilty.
Why do we call so many good things "guilty pleasures?" Dark chocolate. Red red wine (the beverage, not the song...but I bet the song's stuck in your head now, eh?). Watching anything on Bravo. Chick-flicks. Pink books. Pedicures. Highlights and blow-drys. Gossip magazines. Fried chicken.
I believe, in a world where most people are over-worked, over-Blackberried, over-trafficked and generally wiped out, what's the harm in finding pleasure where you can!?!
So, folks, here's my advice du jour: stop associating guilt with pleasure! For what would life be without things of beauty and fun to punctuate our days? What are your "guilty pleasures?"
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway