I have to say, I am utterly and entirely addicted to Peonies. For some reason they make me visualise swirling dresses, filled with a breeze, rising at the hem and billowing around the knees. Silk tulle hems curling at the edges, in thick, frothy layers. Skirts of paper-thin, crispy silk tafetta, crunchy and ruffled but as delicate as a petal, curving and falling.
Is it Spring yet??
Not even close.