there is something so quintessentially innocent about wild daisies that makes me dream of lounging in a sprawling field of their perfect white pedals {i would most likely be in aniphalactic shock shorty thereafter so unfortunately, never going to happen...} but i just had to pick some growing out of control outside our front door in utah to make a floral headdress and then decided to crown my parent's dog, coco, queen of the daisies. i've been so inspired/overwhelmed lately {follow me here to keep up!} it's been tricky to get it all written down but will trickle out in the next couple of posts :) XX
