It's quite torrid and sweaty. Very Doctor Zhivago-esque.
Except without the furry caps.
Or revolting Bolsheviks.
Apropos, I spend a lot of virtual time over yonder, having my socks blown off every 38 seconds.
Which? Really? Is kinda annoying. 'Cause my toesies are getting cold over here!
I think I shall procreate purely for an excuse to paint a room one of these delicious shades.
That's as good a reason as any, right?
Also. If I could be her, that would be swell.
**All photos via House of Turquoise.