It always puts things into perspective when you think what other people have had to go through.
And I feel ashamed for forgetting all the wonderful things I have in my life. Especially when people who have suffered so much more than us, can still turn around and say:
"I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are really good at heart." - Anne Frank.
Here is a fine example of a lovely old piece of furniture being restored into a fresh, utterly delightful piece of awesomeness that makes me "I waaaaant now sil vous plait"
A delightful elephant-embellished door. "Welcome to my house"
Lovely, simple architecture with soft colours and a hint of powerful red.
Old, wizened doors with scribble. But with character.
Lilac and green doors with dirt + chalk. Can you imagine how many times this one has been opened and closed and left open? It yawns of history and experience.
Last, but not least: this delightul colour is my absolute favourite xx
Why do we have such a boring, plain, lifeless doors? The little things make a world of difference ...
I heart the feel of this photo - long cosy socks, casually sitting on the kitchen counter enjoying a cup of tea with just a hint of cheekiness. :) And is that a smurfs tee? That's pretty coolness.