Spring is quintessentially feminine, a festival of flowers, pastel colors and swishing skirts where everything seems ethereal and dainty. It never fails to put me in a celebratory mood and wanting to surround myself…
Spring is quintessentially feminine, a festival of flowers, pastel colors and swishing skirts where everything seems ethereal and dainty. It never fails to put me in a celebratory mood and wanting to surround myself…