Friday, May 24, 2013

Bloomin' Gorgeous

A few months ago, my favorite florist, Amy Merrick, had a pop up at Steven Alan. (Favorite florist, is that even a thing? Whatever, blame Instagram.) I hightailed it over to Tribeca on a weekend—on a WEEKEND—to get an arrangement. I named a price and she created the most GORGEOUS, MAGICAL bouquet that has ever been seen. I took it home on the subway, obviously, and people open mouth gawked at the beauty.

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What. Even.

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And it died as it lived, getting prettier as it drooped further to each side. Until its spirit moved on. RIP O you flowers, who warmed my cold, black, not-at-all melodramatic heart.

2 comments:

ViltÄ— said...

I love flowers! xx

Amber Zaragoza said...

Favorite florist, that is totally a thing! I worked for an "avant garde" florist for a while, and she had the best taste! I truly believe there is such a thing as a tacky flower.

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