I responded to the day by going out and relieving Bloomies of some of their merchandise, lest it get damaged in the rain.
Nothing like big bright yellow peonies (and a fun mini pineapple) to lift the rain cloud from over your head!
These tulips are HUGE! And very open. All of these flowers were a gift from my former employer at Bloomie’s up the street at Market Hall. She said she bought the sweet peas just for their scent, because these bunches were especially fragrant. They are so amazing! So often you can barely smell the sweet peas that come out of florists, but not these; I feel like I’m smelling sweet peas for the first time!
When I got them home I left each flower grouped in the bunch it came in because I love the strong color blocks–and I showed off the deep green of the smooth leaves and stems of the tulip with a tall clear mason jar.
The scent revelation that these sweet peas sent me on led me to realize that the Soy Face Cream by Fresh that I sampled from Sephora (and couldn’t stomach the $42 for 1 oz.) and have been scraping from the bottom of my sample actually smells literally of sweet peas. Sorry Fresh I don’t know where you got that soy scent, smells like sweet peas to me, but either way I’ll take it! I might actually have to throw down the $42. It’s just that good.
Actual size of sample container. Note emptiness.
Never pronounce the “h;” this word sounds so much better without it.
Hot pink carnations by Birch
“It’s got to be Timex or Rolex.”
Perhaps in the case of carnations by Birch it’s both, but we live by KRB’s maxim all the same.
With love, ‘Shoos
It’s an official obsession.
pale salmon-colored amaryllis:
It will be an element of a forthcoming ARL arrangement. I got some wild and disparate elements for an upcoming design (fingers crossed that it works out). I’ve been feeling really inspired by the work coming out of Saipua–it’s just so unexpected and at the same time so beautiful. We’ll see if I can pull it off.
Brighten up the gray February.
Recently, when I think about how I would rather not go to work, tomorrow, this week, for the month of February, or ever, I browse vacation rentals in the Luberon. Tonight’s pipe dream is a little studio near/in Roussillon. Humble, but a very livable love nest if you ask me.
When I was in 6th grade we wrote weekly essays that we would sometimes be called upon to read aloud in front of the class. No one believes me, but I was shy till a certain age, and feared beyond any fear having to stand and read my essay. One week, when we had been assigned to write about a vacation or far away place, I was called upon to read. My essay was about the vibrantly colored chalky hills of Roussillon–literally bright red, ochre, and sometimes purple–which I visited when staying with my grandmother in nearby Lourmarin.
My teacher accused me of lying and publicly admonished me for fabricating a fiction when the assignment was autobiography. Had it been nine or ten years later I might have argued my teacher, armed with conceptual art theory and said something like, “and what exactly do you propose is the difference?!” But since I hadn’t gotten to Marcel Duchamp and John Cage yet, I had to quietly nurse my humiliation through the weekend (essay reading was always on Friday) until Monday when I triumphantly returned to class with a postcard bearing an image of Roussillon’s hills and was vindicated.
I was browsing Eddie Ross’ blog today: http://www.eddieross.com/ and am inspired by his Before&After-an Ikea Sofa Makeover post.
Alls well that ends well, right?
I suppose it helps if you have a nice big room with clean lines, a well-organized book shelf, lucite coffee table, and a bunch of orchids on hand; but lucky for me, I do!
I’m seconds away from impulse buying a pink slipcover. I know, I know. But honestly I think it’s just the jolt of color my tried and true neutral toned living room could use.