That cake stand. Patterns on dishes, patterns on curtains. I love this piece of time. Why don’t we have patterns on things any more? All those boring white dishes, no personality. No soul like that lamp, and the two of you, so, so young. I love this picture.
That cake stand. Patterns on dishes, patterns on curtains. I love this piece of time. Why don’t we have patterns on things any more? All those boring white dishes, no personality. No soul like that lamp, and the two of you, so, so young. I love this picture.