Monday, January 21, 2013
I like to joke that the primary indicator of adulthood is my new(ish) fixation with dishware, cutlery and linens, all cozy nesting items I never really considered until a year ago. For Christmas, my sister fed my love for little homey details, by gifting me with these rustic linen napkins, purchased from a flea market in South Africa. I have to say, the girl knows my taste because these napkins match the aesthetic of my kitchen perfectly. Only problem? They're so cute, I love having them on display but I'm not sure I'll ever be able to use them for their intended purpose.