My name is Florrie. I am an april-born daydreamer, quiet-talker and swan-hearted girl. I am an enthusiast of handwritten letters, secret gardens, old music boxes, overgrown cottages, forgotten journals, and all things that safekeep memories. I was born mid-april, alongside the daffodils and aubretia blossoms, and my mother named me Florrie as an offering of gratitude to the goddess of spring. I think that is why I always feel at my happiest when I am surrounded by warm sunlight, barefoot over the grass. I work in early-childhood education and during my free time I enjoy gardening, reading poetry, drinking tea, listening to folk records, and writing little notes about it all.
I am simply a very romantic person, not as the world speaks of romance today, but in the old-fashioned sense. I see the world through a rose-coloured perspective and try to find beauty in the quotidian. I love sharing stories and that is the reason I adore the arts, books and the theatre most of all. I am always in pursuit of inspiration, and wherever I chance upon it, I leave a bookmark. My aspiration for this life is to dwell in its embrace, adorned with hopefulness and a ceaseless sense of wonder, each day unto itself, and to savor life's fleeting pleasures in all the quiet moments.
Things I adore: Birds singing in the early morning. Chamomile tea. French and Italian opera. Writing by hand. Claude Monet’s paintings. Flowers that grow against all odds in harsh places. Watching clouds float across the sky. Public libraries. Oversized cardigans. Soft kisses. Reading books while sitting by a window. Evenings at the ballet with my friends. Lavender perfume. Raindrops tapping gently on the rooftiles. Receiving handwritten letters. Nurturing plants into flourishing. First dates at the café. Old music boxes with twirling ballerinas inside. Identifying constellations in the night sky. Freshly picked blueberries. Old photographs of family members. The scent of rain in the air. Barefoot dancing. Gentlemen that open doors for you. Nail polish in the shade tutu. The full moon in a clear night. Cats that lovingly rub against your legs. Chopin on an old record player. The pages of a well-worn journal.