Just when I thought my heart belonged to Cowtan and Tou
t, I dropped in hunting for archival designs at Pierre Frey (which I never found; I'm terrible with directions) and stumbled upon this
. Perhaps the most wonderful cotton floral ever. (Though Mr. Blandings just reminded me that I am prone to exaggeration; I did
think the guy said eight inches of snow on Wednesday.)
Or I thought it was the most wonderful cotton floral ever, until I saw its cousin, whose blushing enchanted me.