Perhaps it’s because we grew up in an old Belgian chateau and were raised by an Axel Vervoordt superfan that we’ve come to admire the wabi-sabi way… Or maybe it’s because we’re just on the other side of fifty and are finally embracing our own perfectly imperfect selves. Regardless of the reason, we’ve decided to adopt a more wabi-sabi approach to life this year. That means we won’t replace the set of dishes we received as wedding gifts even if some of them are chipped…
and we’ll celebrate the single blossoming branch rather than the opulent bouquet.
We’ll admire the perfectly painted patina of the armoire our father bought in Provence so many years ago and ignore the trail of fingerprints our boys have blessed our white walls with.
Perhaps we’ll hit some flea markets in search of vintage bottles (and you might see some in our new spring collection)…
And maybe we’ll even let the weeds grow between the flowers and plant in calm, monochromatic hues.
In this sleek, tech-obsessed, mass-produced world, a little wabi-sabi can go a long way – don’t you agree?
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