wednesdays are for cocktails…


Today is the first day of fall.  And so to celebrate (as I always do when I’m celebrating) I made cocktails.

I found this pink elderflower rose sparkling lemonade on my last grocery store venture, and since, I can describe it as nothing short of life changing.

I mean, it’s great alone but, as I’ve found with many (all) other things, it’s better with vodka.


I added a little ice, Ketel One, lime and springs of lavender.   I used to order Stoli but one night when I ordered it, a friend of mine made the comment, “how can you drink that?”.

So now I order Ketel One, which I don’t know if you know this but it tastes like Stoli.  And since I care little for getting reprimanded (ask my mom), I order differently now.

Ketel One it is!


On another note, I’m currently trying my hand at growing lavender; ask me in three months how that went.

Actually you can ask me now.  It’s dying.  But just another reason to make cocktails!

my little flower darling…

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Since moving to Louisiana, I’d taken up floral design and had started working for a shop doing wedding flowers part-time.  It was something I had been interested in back in Texas, and now in New Orleans (since Fashion PR does not exist here) decided to pursue it.

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This week marks the second month I’ve branched out on my own (although to even begin this process it’s been at least several months in the making).  I will say this, for Louisiana to be such a laissez-faire environment (understatement) they sure make it a pain in the ass to open your own flower business.  You would have thought I was trying to sell medical marijuana the hoop-la I had to go through.

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But regardless of the flower politics, I’ve finally opened leaf + petal NOLA.  My very own floral design studio.


Last night I made arrangements for a runway show/event at Anthropologie in Canal Place.  I decided on a very ‘Anthro’ aesthetic, vintage tins mixed with a colorful palette of flowers.


So check out my new baby, Leaf + Petal NOLA



After consuming copious amounts of…everything this weekend (I recall some pizza, thai and at least a vineyard of wine), I decided it was time to start my week off healthier.


Back when I did Whole30 (don’t do it, you can’t drink wine; whatever that’s about), I used to eat chia and fruit every morning.

Actually it might have been for my second breakfast because my first one usually left me starving.


Mix chia, milk of your choice, sweetener and vanilla extract.


 It’s no choco-chip pancakes with a side of mimosas (no orange juice please) but does pack a powerful anti-oxidant punch.

And is surprisingly decent good.

wine wins every time…

I came across this pic, posted by Vogue (originally posted by Poppy Delevingne) as one of the top 10 instagrams of the summer.

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I rarely disagree with anything Vogue tells me.

I heart everything about this photo; the neon pink bougainvillea, the Charlotte Olympia kitty clutch, but most of all, the swim suit.

LM Fernandez

I did some instagram stalking and found the Lisa Marie Fernandez website.  For $450, this little gem could be yours.  

Spending $450 on a swim suit (I would wear twice) would eat too much into my wine budget.  As I’m getting more responsible with age, I realize it’s important to prioritize.        

white linen & flowers…


Tonight is White Linen Night in the Warehouse District.

You roam, gallery to gallery, dressed in white linen and sip street cocktails.

Normally I’m a fit & flare dress and Marc Jacobs mouse flats kind of girl, but today I’m feeling more bohemian-ish.

And by bohemian, I mean I bought a linen tee-shirt at the Gap (not very bohemian) and am hoping not to pass out of a heat stroke traversing the streets of New Orleans.


{freesia, dahlias, calcinaia and sweetheart roses}

To add to my Gap ensemble (why is everything always 40% off?), I created a little delicate flower crown of blushes and pinks. 

DSC_0041So, I’m off.  Cocktails are awaiting me.

And I hate keeping cocktails waiting.


weekend…time for cocktails


Saturday I woke up with the idea I needed to make some Sangria.  I looked online for recipes (hello my dear friend Pinterest) and came to the quick realization, apparently I might not have the patience for making Sangria.

The first recipe I stumbled upon would have me slicing grapes (slicing grapes?!) along with some liquor I’ve never heard of.  I almost lost my thumb last year tying to slice a giant tomato.

Four stitches later, I’m still scared of tomatoes.

So I decided to improvise.


Improvising to me means lazily walking down the aisles of our local grocery randomly picking things that sound good together.  Grapefruit? Check.  Rosemary?  Check.  Flavored San Pellegrino?  Throw it in.


One bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, two cans of Grapefruit San Pellegrino, a couple springs of rosemary and some sliced limes and grapefruit later I had White Sangria.

I had found another recipe online for white sangria that looked amazing but in the pic it was pink at the bottom.  Then I noticed the caption read “we added a little red wine to the bottom to add a little color for the picture.”

I like their style.

DSC_0335Around glass two, I told The Boyfriend I was going to rename the sangria “Margria” (I’m Margaret).

Funny story, The Boyfriend and I went to the Caymans a couple years ago and they had a drink (which was just a piña colada with Chambord swirled in it) that we loved (probably too much).  Fast forward a couple months and we were in Vegas around the pool at the Wynn (this story makes my life sound cooler than it actually is…).  I asked the bartender to make me the jazzed up piña colada.  He tried a little of the leftovers and said he was going to add it to their pool menu.  Since I was the reason, I got to name it.


“Well…………….maybe something else.”

“Ok, ‘Margaret goes to Vegas.'”

“We’ll probably just name it Pina Colada with Chambord”.

So alas, if you’re ever hanging around the Wynn pool and drinking some ‘Margaret goes to Vegas’ enjoy.


But what does one do with their leftover Sangria ingredients?

Red Sangria Sunday!


Since moving this house, the only nails I have had time to think about are the ones I hammered into the drywall.  And if you knew me before, during my life in fashion, this would seem incredibly out of character for me.

I’ve come to think of my life as ‘Pre-House Margo’ and ‘Post-House Margo.  ‘Pre-House Margo’ was considerably better groomed and wore dresses everyday.  ‘Post-House Margo’ is covered in paint and stain and can’t paint her nails because she took up gardening.  Oh, and wears running clothes everyday.


But, thankfully, I still have stylish friends.

My best friend in LA (that’s the city, not the state…) has started working for one of my favorite nail lines, NCLA.  I wrote this post forever ago about ikat nail stickers.   That was back in my more fashionable days, when I wrote about fashion, beauty and other topics of great importance.  I believe the post I wrote yesterday was about a table I stained.  Sigh.

So in the meantime, I live vicariously through her.  She’s significantly cooler than me.  Although she doesn’t know how to lay tile.  I guess then we contribute to this friendship in different ways.

I think I should take the hint because she’s sent me some NCLA nail stickers and polishes.  Which are amazing, by the way.  My nail polish actually lasts through dunking my hands in buckets of roses all day.


She needs to hit up the archives and find me those ikat stickers from forever ago.  Now that would be a good friend.

a table here, a table there…


This gem was ‘given’ to me by the florist shop where I have been learning floral design.  They were using it to store tissue paper on and had been using two ply wood boards to prop up the table panels.  At least once or twice a day, I accidentally kick over the board and the ensuing thunderous near-deafening noise was driving me to the brink of insanity.

I guess at some point I had mentioned I like to refinish antiques (which sounds ridiculous coming from me, but trust me, is more ridiculous to watch) and I guess saw me as a dumping grounds for this table that’s seen better days.

By the looks of it those days were roughly 70 years ago.

refinished side table

But I sometimes appreciate a challenge (key word in that sentence is sometimes).

So I gave my newly acquired table a little attention.  Attention in the form of me sweating and swearing in the blazing Louisiana heat.

Someone once told me, ‘in Louisiana, if you’re not sweating, you’re dead.’  And I find that sentiment to be extremely accurate.

refinished sidetable 2So I removed the panels (I’m not a miracle worker) then sanded and stained.

On another note though, staining sucks.

brass and crystal
And on another note, I hope my mother isn’t reading this because I stole these pieces from her house when I was in-town two weeks ago.  She had stored them in the bathroom cabinet because my little nieces had visited and I guess children can’t be around nice things.

So their loss is my gain because my new side table looks great.

I need to go visit again.  See what else I can sneak out of there with.

Free shopping!





lemon tree, oh lemon tree…


Several weeks ago, I was shopping at Winn Dixie (that still exists in Louisiana, as does The Piggly Wiggly) and they were having a sale on lemon trees.

To this day, one of the greatest regrets in my life would be not buying that lemon tree.  Why did I choose that one moment to be practical?  I’m never practical.  I’m a ‘chips land wherever and deal with it later’ type of girl.

But I told myself I would come back for lemon tree.  And I did.

And lemon tree was gone.

lemon tree 3Since then, I have agonized over missing out on this tree.

But fate intervened.

lemon tree 2The other morning I woke up and the first thing I thought was ‘by God, today I’m buying a lemon tree.’  So I roll over, grab my phone and looked on Amazon Prime.  When I want something, I want it now.  Prime honestly isn’t fast enough, I wanted lemon tree in bed with me at that moment.

So I dragged myself out of bed to get to Home Depot by 7am (I know, weird) and was perusing the caladium sale ($3 for quart sized caladiums!  It looks like a caladium bomb exploded all over my front and backyard) and imagine my surprise when I saw rows of citrus trees.

As I dug my way through all the trees, I found the last lemon tree.  Apparently everyone else feels the same way I do about kumquat trees (who wants whatever that is?) and it was a pink lemon tree.  Pink lemons!

The only way I could be more excited about this tree was if it was pink.  Pink lemons!

yellow pot

To go with my new found purchase, I fell in love with the idea of putting it in a yellow pot.  I should have put it in a pink pot since it’s pink lemons (!) but The Boyfriend only lets me go so far.

Well, Home Depot has a great ceramic one for $42, which is so ludicrous I can’t even wrap my mind around it, so I bought a cheap plastic one and a can of glossy spray paint and made my own.

I’m a cheap DIY genius.

lemon treeFast forward to 10am, I now own a pink lemon tree and several hundred caladiums.

Winn Dixie can keep their dumb yellow lemon trees.  And they don’t even sell caladiums.  But they do have great egg prices.