Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of a year.
I would not say I’m a cheap laugh, but when something catches my fancy—it doesn’t have to be brilliant. And, it just happened. Those who read yesterday’s post are aware that I chose to title it, in part, in Italian. Which was the result of a serendipitous chain of thinking beginning with looking for a pink colored sun—then musing about the word “sole” and how much more lyrical it is than “sun.” That led to thinking about the name of Frances Mayes’ Italian villa (Under the Tuscan Sun)—Bramasole. Which sent me searching for the translation. “Craving sun.” I wondered how many of your smug little smiles made that connection.
In and of itself, yesterday’s little double entendre pleased me. But the brilliant thought came only moments ago. In addition to finding something beautiful every day, I can learn a beautiful Italian word associated with my “beauty titles” —daily. A beautiful language. A beautiful picture. A brilliant vocabulary exercise for my trip in September. I love it when I feel really clever—and, it is this kind of small, simple discovery that thrills me. As Mom says, “simple things for simple people”—or not.
And, so today is something “garofano rosa” or something “pink.” I will not get into the fact that I am not a “pink” kind of girl. But “blush.” That’s another story—along with “coral,” “peach,” even “a champagned puce.”
Let us begin with “blush rosa.” Ranunculus. Bella.