#everyday fancy

A reflection on beauty, imperfection, and the sacred act of blending life like scent. Once upon a thrifted life, I lived inside a photograph. A French wrought iron daybed, golden drapes sighing in the breeze, Persian rugs soft beneath my bare feet. Each room was a poem — one verse bohemian, the next darkly gothic — my two halves stitched together in velvet and incense smoke. The house was built…