I’ve bought something just for me, something completely self indulgent, something beautiful. I’ve never done this before.
I’ve bought Lord Leighton’s Flaming June (1896)
I saw it years ago and loved it. Forgot what it was called, searched catalogues for it and finally rediscovered it. Now I have it hanging on my wall. It is a strange feeling. I get a little thrill every time I look at it.
