I have a thing for flowers. They brighten even the dreariest of surfaces and the most miserable of days. They add beautiful colour and a touch of luxury to every room. And snipping the stems, arranging them in a vase, and then standing back to admire them can often be the only calm minutes in my otherwise hectic day. It's a moment to take a deep breath, sigh and smile at the loveliness in front of me before I continue with playing with lego/chasing two boys who are refusing to get dressed/wiping crayon off the sofa. In a very boisterous, slightly dishevelled, male-dominated home, pretty flowers save my sanity somewhat. It's the simple things, right?