Papermashtastic

I'm going to friends for supper tonight. I'm really looking forward to chatting and catching up but one thing I'm especially excited about is my gift. I love to be excited about giving gifts and here's mine, well it's what's being tied on the bottle of wine. I'm a sucker for stationery and so often look wistfully at American internet sites with all their letterpress this and here is a company in the UK. I think it is a great idea - especially as the friend I'm visiting loves dogs - so it all just seems perfect.
I've ordered quite a few lovely things from Papermash. Sign up for the newsletter you'll receive discount codes. When my order arrived there was a hand written note saying 'Thank you for supporting small businesses' What will you order from Papermash?

A White Rose

Discovering these wonderful white roses by Zoe Bradley reminded me of this poem.

'The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud

With a flush on its petal tips;

For the love that is purest and sweetest

Has a kiss of desire on the lips.'

John Boyle O'Reilly 1844-1890

I do love roses, so much so that I knew they'd be the flowers for our wedding. Cream white rose but with a flush on its tips so well describes them. The time I really love roses is when they're just about to fade and wither. There's something even more delicate and precious about them. Is that unusual?