Pink Peonies.

Second only to the little man, my growing Louboutin collection and maybe the show Californication, there is nothing in the world that I love more than pink peonies. 

Today I was having a pretty crappy day when I finally accepted the fact that the clomid wasn't the magic pill I thought it would be (not this month anyway.) But after an amazing lunch with a good friend at Figs, I came home to find that the peonies that I had put in the bathroom for our company finally had opened. 



If that doesn't put a smile on your face this grey afternoon, I'm not sure what will.