The Blue Flower Project Organization

Lounging back in your deck chair, for one moment you believe you are elsewhere. That time in Tahiti when you were single and didn’t have a care other than sipping from the umbrellaed coconut resting in your taut tanned hand. But you are not in Tahiti, nor are you on your deck. You have swept open your bay window curtains and have been swept up in a waking dream as enticing as the smell of the ocean after returning home from a long Boston winter. How can arch window treatments be more therapeutic than the treatments of the most renowned psychoanalysts? That question is not ours to answer, we have but to experience these feelings and cherish them.