Let's clear something up. The Berkshires are in Massachusetts. You may not know this because people don't seem to know this. But they are not in NY or CT, they are in MA - east of the hudson river and the catskills. It's amazing how much natural beauty is within a 3 hour drive from big city life. The Berkshires are incredibly gorgeous. Like freak you out pretty. The air is so fresh and crisp and clean. 5 minutes outside in that clean, fresh air and I felt vastly healthier. Wished I had brought my yoga mat and was dreaming up quinoa recipes. No joke.
June 28, 2012
June 24, 2012
My friend Nicole has a thing for bouts. She's in Australia right now and I miss her a lot. She's been there for a year and a half and will be there for another some odd months. She's training to be in the Australian military. No, she's not. She's cooking a lot of test food for her pretty rad biz Green Bellies. (That right there is what we call a plug). Anyway, Nicole got married a few years ago and I was living in Oregon at the time. Her wedding was in Philly. The logistics (because weddings are truly only about logistics) were too tricky for me to do all her flowers, be in her wedding and not lose my mind. So in an effort to do something for the big day, I made some bouts and corsages. I still feel guilty about this. I should have made all her flowers. If it were today, and she happened to be getting married in Australia, the logistics wouldn't scare me. The moral of this story that seems to be going nowhere is that Nicole's favorite floral part of her wedding were the bouts. And since then, she keeps tabs on the bouts I be making. I try to make them pretty enough for her high standards.
PS - I didn't really like those bridesmaid bouquets, cole. I lied and said I did. But I didn't.
June 18, 2012
I keep meaning to talk about the chicken coup in the neighborhood. I'll have to save that for next time because it is so strange and interesting, I dare not write about that tale with tired eyes. On a completely unrelated note to chickens, I've been wanting to show you these ridiculous coral charm peonies from a few weeks ago. I had a bunch of them leftover after a peony mishap that goes into the whoops file. I gave handfuls and handfuls to my studio neighbors and grabbed some remnants to make one big puffy cloud of pink magic. These flowers are insane.
Some of the last hellebore and ranunculus of the season. I'll miss you. Until next year...