I love flowers. Raununculus, anemones, dahlias, roses, tulips… I could go on and on. It seems indulgent, but its rare that I don’t have fresh flowers at home. Those small joys are worthwhile, I think, even if the cost does add up over time. Some people buy a latte every morning, while I buy myself flowers. The funny thing is, despite my love of fresh blooms, I loathe floral prints. Yes, loathe – I don’t just mean that I don’t gravitate towards fabrics emblazoned with flowers, I actively dislike them.