



Like a poem made of petals, Bouquet Whimsy celebrates spontaneity and charm. With airy layers and a swirl of unexpected hues, it’s made for those who style with instinct, not instruction.
She never picked her petals one by one,
But gathered them where wildest colors grew.
A bloom from blush to dusk, from gold to plum,
She wore her chaos soft—and always true.
No rules could frame the way she came alive,
Each thought a stem, each feeling wrapped in lace.
She let the hues collide, the forms survive,
And found her magic in the art of grace.
Her hair held ribbons of an unseen storm,
A flutter spun from instinct, not design.
She danced through life in every shade and form,
A garden blooming where the odd things shine.
So wear her bloom and let your edges show—
There’s beauty in the parts that you never know.

