imaginary gardening…


Much to the dismay of everyone that has ever met me, I’ve taken up gardening.

Thanks to Google, I’ve learned the difference between perennials and annuals.  Although sometimes I still need to look it up because I can’t keep them straight.  I still have to do “lefties” and “righties” on my hands to know direction.  Apparently, there’s just some things my brain won’t keep on retainer.


But as my interest in flowers has grown, my interest in gardening has like-wise grown.  And I’ve been quite successful.  Until I planted some lavender and three days later is was dead.  That one’s not my fault.  I don’t know who to blame but it’s not me.  Three days seems a little record breaking.

So now I’m trying my hand at bulb planting.  I ordered Lily Trees, Daffodils (my complete least favorite flower ever created but they were free with Lily Tree purchase) and Poppy Anemone hybrids that will (hopefully) bloom in the spring.


And these are some lackluster pictures of planted bulbs.  After planting over 100 bulbs, which oddly takes forever and in the end you have nothing to show for it, The Boyfriend came outside to bring me a cocktail.

Just kidding, there were no cocktails.  Apparently he only came outside to ask me, “why’s this imaginary garden taking forever?”

it’s all in the ribbon…

1 (1)I started to notice my obsession with Silk & Willow, a hand-dyed silk ribbon company, about a year ago.  I think it all began (as most things with me do) on Instgram.  It sounds bizarre, because all it is is ribbon, but they got me.

Every time they post a pic, I’m like ‘holy sh*t, look at that ribbon…’

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So I use it to wrap all my bouquets.

Like this one going out this morning over to the Monteleone.

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{Juliet garden roses, cafe-au-lait dahlias, blushing bride protea, burgundy ranunculus & smoke bush}

Because an obsession isn’t healthy until you can incorporate it into your everyday life.

enchanted forests and large horses…

I recently had the honor of participating in a once-in-a-lifetime photoshoot at Audubon Park in New Orleans.

It involved a girl and her horse named Draco.  It also involved me learning I have a somewhat crippling fear of large horses.


The photographer and bride wanted to go with a theme of “Enchanted Forest” so I went with a more natural, romantic look.  I thought it would be a good off-set to the super lush greenery of the park.


Cabbage roses, dahlias and sweet hearts ranging in hues from ivory to blush to pinks.  With tons of greens all mixed for a bouquet and a flower crown.

And even extra flowers wired up for Draco’s mane and tail.



I was sitting in the park with the photographer when the horse trainer gallops up all majestic-like n Draco.

The photographer casually asked if the horse, or giant stallion in my professional floral opinion, is calm and gentle (I think we were all a little antsy).

“No, his names Draco.  Latin for Dragon.  He’s pretty wild.”

Oh, well thank God.

Then while wiring flowers into his flowing mane (and simultaneously trying to control my breathing as to not fling myself into a full panic attack mode), I accidentally dropped a rose next to his gargantuan horse foot.

That rose is still there.  I sure as hell wasn’t going to throw myself on that grenade.

Enchanted Forest final pics to come….

a new season for cocktails…

It’s finally cooled down here in Southern Louisiana to a brisk 85 degrees, so that means it’s finally time for fall cocktails.

About this time last year in Texas, I made a Maker’s Cider because for some reason we had nine bottles of Maker’s in our pantry.

Fast forward to this year in our new home in New Orleans.  While at the grocery store I saw it was cider time of year, so I bought an orange, cloves and a bottle of spiced cider.  Went home, then started to put all my ingredients together:

I baked the clove stuffed oranges at 350 for 20 minutes.


I put the cider in a pot on medium heat.

I went to add whisky and, imagine my surprise, we had none left. I guess moving to a different state and renovating a house for 6 months will do that to your liquor supply.  I’m honestly surprised it was only nine bottles.

But guess what I do have a lot of.  Wine.  Me without a full stock of wine is like The Boyfriend not screaming at the TV on LSU game days.

So I swapped a copious amount of whisky for a bottle of wine.  Either way, win-win.

Other than the wine, there was only one other little change.

Me cider drinking last year vs. me cider drinking this year.

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Apparently the only thing that didn’t change in a year is my love of cocktails and dark nail polish.



I’ve been at a loss as to what to do with all the leftover flowers from designing.

So I’m trying my hand at making potpourri (which is a statement I never thought I would have made).  I’m aiming for less ‘mee-maw’ and more…I don’t know what, I guess just less ‘mee-maw’ is a good start.


Eucalyptus, lavender, spray roses, stock and pepper berries.  With an accent of pine needles.

And in a related note: if you know me, you’re getting this for Christmas.

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.

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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.