Just when I thought my heart belonged to
Cowtan and Tout, 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.
