My colour choices used to be what I would call ‘tasteful’, especially when it came to flowers. White roses with a touch of green foliage, single colours of hyacinths in the winter… in fact, I heartily disapproved of mixed bunches of flowers. Now I don’t know what’s come over me. I can’t wait for the crazy colours and explosive shapes of dahlias to appear on the local flower stall. Yesterday I turned down the bunches of pastel coloured dahlias and paid to ‘upgrade’ to this riot of colour and a particularly explosive pink firework of a flower. This bunch of clashy blooms has been making me smile all day, no doubt helped by the excuse to get out the amazing Art Deco vase my fabulously tasteful mum bought me last Christmas.