Do I care that throwing pink into the mix here is feeding the 'Commercialistic bullshit holiday' invented by Mega Corporations to make a few bones? Nope. Don't give a Fuck.
I like Pink and what better reason to chuck it in to a Feb-ulous February Wish List.
If I wasn't poor i'd buy all of this immediately. But poverty strikes again.
1. Sick Palm tree poster that I want to frame in the slickest white timber frame (without a mount) and hang in my Miami beach house. That I don't have.
2. Perfection in the form of a dining chair. The Knot Chair by Tatsuo Kuroda. Look at him. So smart. I am punching above my financial weight with this chap - a girl can dream.
3. Pink blanket. Cheap and cheerful from my go-to place of all things affordable that are better than Ikea (in quality and style) H&M Home. So underrated or more likely under-discovered. Go there.
4. Marble Tray by Hay. That rhymes.
5. 'Blown' glass pendant. Probably not hand blown as it's a bargain from made.com possibly made.com in a factory in China/India/Thailand. Never-the-less it's cheap and it's pretty. And I want/need it. Oh just checked that..... My bad. It is 'mouth blown'. I like that term.
6. Rugs not drugs. A way more sensible purchase. This is begging to be placed on white washed floorboards layered under a jute. It's actually embarrassingly desperate.
7. A fig tree. If anyone can tell me where in The UK I can get my hands on an indoor fig tree (without paying for a private jet to fly one over) I will wear said fig tree leaves and nothing else for the rest of Twenty-Fifteen.
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