I feel that my life is lacking in colour.  My wardrobe is a sea of navy.  Our house is painted in fifty shades of grey.  I'm craving brightness. I saw a house in a weekend supplement yesterday that was full of vivid, crazy coloured ethnic-y prints and I came out in some kind of jealous rash.  I'm now spending my Sunday night scouring ebay for colourful Suzani sensations.

I thought about filling the house with these Bonbon balloons as a cheaper alternative but think I'll be risking those white coated men making an appearance again.  
What is it with me and pompoms/balloons/tassles at the moment?







For the coolest balloons on the planet visit
www.bonbonballoons.co.uk

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