Category Archives: fall

Window Dressing

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We had some downtime at the shop yesterday, so we busied ourselves fall-ifying the place.

{Speaking of fall: in the spirit of the new season, I’m burning a gifted Rafa Natural “harvest” soy candle as I pound out this post; it’s warm, spicy heaven in a jar.}

When all the day’s deliveries were done, my right-hand lady, Shanna, stopped at the local market for some big pretty pumpkins. Armed with an inspiration photo from Anthropologie — where creative merchandising dreams come true — we got to work on the front window display.

Shanna and I spent the afternoon making dozens of simple little garlands by tying dyed oak leaves onto strands of raffia. I hung the garlands from our drop ceiling, knotting them together as I went until they made a web-like curtain.

When that was finished, I spent a couple of hours pretending I was on Project Runway in an “unconventional challenge” (aren’t those your favorite?! mine too). I individually wired silk flowers and sheet moss to our wire mannequin until she had a fabulous (albeit revealing ;)) floral frock. I placed her in front of the curtain of leaves in the window, next to a big vintage metal trough filled with more flowers and pumpkins.

As soon as I figure out how to take a photo of the whole set up without mega-glare on the glass, I’ll share it!

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Oh hey, it’s fall!

Hi 23rd day of September!

I’ve peeped you on my calendar at least a dozen times over the last several months in an effort to keep a mental note of the inaugural day of Autumn. And then you just kind of came and went, and I durn near missed you!

Thank goodness for style blogs, or it might have blown right by me. Bee-tee-dubs, Kendi’s outfit today is basically how I plan to dress all fall; in fact I happened to wear something super similar today with this LOFT utility blouse, which I bought in every color during their last pre-season sale. Note to self: Add “stockpiling the same article of clothing in every available shade” to the list of Ways I’m Becoming My Mother.

There were no pumpkin lattes to commemorate the first day of fall — seriously, you guys, they’re just chemical cocktails; make them at home instead — and I’m not even thinking about boots and scarves yet. We’re making the transition at the flower shop with lots of sunflowers and burlap and such (and loving it) but I haven’t even done my windows yet, so I already feel behind… I’m excited for the season, I just can’t believe it’s, like, here.

You have pretty big shoes to fill, fall. Summer was all kinds of wonderful, and she’ll be tough to beat.

Now Florida, can we get under 90 degrees?

while I was out…

Remember when I used to blog? 

Life’s been crazy, but so good. I took a little break to soak it all in, away from my laptop.

Since we last saw each other, I designed two weddings, a rehearsal dinner, an 18-table brunch, and a sweet 16 party (and those were just the big ones). A few new clients hopped on board, we booked several upcoming events, and we added a sweet and talented lady to our little flower family. She’s already made my life so much easier.

And since every rose has it’s thorn: Quickbooks ate five weeks worth of irretrievable data, the air conditioner in the flower van petered out, and my delivery driver took a two-week leave of absence. Small business ownership, man. “It’s like a box of chocolates…

Oh, and I turned 29. My family and friends went above and beyond to make this birthday extra special. There were celebrations and cupcakes and the most thoughtful gifts; text messages and singing voicemails and sweet handwritten cards. It was a lovely beginning to what I’m sure is going to be a really great year.

I always thought I’d dread the end of my 20s. But here I am, more content than… maybe ever? Not because things are perfect or easy. They’re messy, restless, and peppered with {ever-increasing} grey hairs; but I’m surrounded by amazing people, making my dream happen one day at a time.

And I’m proud of who I’m growing into…

Getting older ain’t so bad after all.