Decorating the outsider.

A few weeks ago my dad, being the sweetheart that he is, thought to buy my mom a gift - a new garden table set. Unfortunately he forgot the fact that it matches nothing we own outside and it doesn't exactly fit mom's taste. These days it can be spied proudly inhabiting the far, back corner of the garden like the 'outsider' it is.

Personally I thought it to be gorgeous and deserving of a little decorative attention hence my bright red pot.

Coincidentally the pot and table happen to be complimentary - in colour and otherwise!