There's a woman Who believes in birthing beauty.
Lips pressed against one another. Skillful hands, dusty pants, watchful eyes could spot a dust speck under your covers.
Enhance and embellish with elegant planters. Doesn't matter if it's her abode or her misters sisters; she'll garnish if permission you grant her.
Add a delicate, summery-washed tapestry. If nothing, as if it sets everything right, she'd smile and simply twist the figurine.
Her style, like her; raw, sheer, chic or call it rustic. Yet so authoritative with her army of brushes dipped in chalk paint, transforming cabinets - those that rusted.
People wonder how she finds a possibility in every crack, every nook?
She believes she simply knows where to look.