I cleaned up from that fun party and packed for another one. This time in New Hartford, CT. My best friend was getting MARRIED. Her name is Julie too or Julie 2 (I’m older by 5 months so I get the numero uno title). I like to travel light, so I didn’t want to check a bag. I hate fees. I wasn’t checking a bag. This meant that my, oh 4-5 pair of scissors couldn’t come along. I have ribbon scissors, flower scissors, multi-purpose scissors, clipper scissors for thick stemmed things, and another 2-3 pair of multipurpose ones in case I misplace a pair under the mound of floral debris. Occasionally, I break off stems and have even bitten off a stem or five, but that is only until I can locate my real scissors.
So scissors are important. (And don’t you ever use my ribbon scissors on flowers - you will be sorry.)
Flowers arrived on Thursday from an online wholesaler. I also made stops at the local Whole Foods, Fresh Market and Bloomington Wholesale Warehouse to supplement my supply.
Caramel, rust, crimson, beige, brown and a little green made up the palate.
Chocolate cosmos, ranunculus, scabiosa pods, roses, mums, seeded eucalyptus and fountain grass were my ingredients. Voila. Wedding. Happy. In Love.