The White House

Her tables and chairs - she dressed in white linen and lace. Her bed- in white feathers.

Her floors she covered in white carpets. Her windows - she adorned with the whitest of whitest white eyelets.

The flower boxes that lay barren and cold - she filled with bright white flowers.

'Welcome to my white house' - she loved to say. 'Welcome - to the breezy lightness and simpicity of summer.'

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Cross-posted over at the Inspiration Studio where we're celebrating this month's theme of 'simply white'.