Flowers so beautiful you can’t throw them away. I’m embracing the open bloom. The faded, blown and over. I suppose it’s a little treat for me. Think about it. Day to day it’s about the longevity. The perfection. The super tight bud that will please the customer for days to come. So to have flowers from that point until the point where they completely shatter as to you brush past them. Well that’s a florists treat.
Peonies. For many are pink and blousy. But they’re so much more. Red, yellow, cerise, white and coral. And while I’m on the point of coral. Huge trend this year. Mixed with turqoise. Except for some reason people don’t like to use that word. Maybe it conjours up visions of 70s bathroom suites? Those funny crackle tiles and leaky crappy showers? Who knows. No, this time it’s mixed with teal (turqoise), sea foam (turqoise), mint (turqoise)…you get it.
And I’m thinking about designs and shoots and all that jazz. Seriously this brain never stops. And wondering why does London seem to have all the best stuff. I know in reality it doesn’t, but sometimes it just seems that way.