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.

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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.

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So check out my new baby, Leaf + Petal NOLA

www.leafandpetalnola.com

@leafandpetalnola

sewing, whiskey & brass cats…

sewing machine bar cart 2I received this antique sewing machine from my grandmother (and it belonged to her grandmother, etcetcetc…) around the time I was 21.  Apparently everyone had a little too much confidence in my ability to take care of antiques, because, not only do I cringe when I think of what this table has been through, I cringe when I think of the crap I’ve decorated it with.

But thankfully, it has remained in storage the last couple years so the damage I could inflict has been minimal. Now I’m a fully functioning adult (I’m sure some people who read that will get a good laugh on that one) and can decorate a table.

Well, I at least won’t be putting Hello Kitty stickers on it this time.

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And as I mentioned, since I am a fully functioning adult, I need a whiskey bar.

I had previously thought to use it as a side table and place of gorgeous piece of slate colored granite on top.  My contractor said he had a piece and would give it to me for free (he used to like me).  As our friendship turned into him never showing up for work and me constantly bitching at him, I realized my dreams of a granite covered side table were like dust in the wind.

Similar to my thoughts of remodeling this house on budget.  God, I love remodeling.

But since, I’ve ‘revisited and revised’.  I modernized my sewing table into a whiskey bar.  Complete with an antique brass cat The Boyfriend bought me for my birthday last week.

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And doesn’t everyone need a whisky bar?  Whiskey can make all your problems go away.  That is, until you wake up with the original problem and the additional new problem of being hungover.

Maybe I still have a little too much of my 21-year-old self in me.  But at least my tastes in whiskey have improved…

 

under the stairs…

Recently we were the recipient of a set of gorgeous antique dupioni silk covered chairs previously belonging to the Boyfriend’s late grandmother.

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I was hesitant adding antiques to our very contemporary house, but as they say ‘only dead fish go with the flow,’ so I decided to be adventurous and throw them into the mix.

And seeing as this weekend we’re moving all our furniture in from storage (IcantwaitIcantwaitIcantwait) and I wanted to have a good spot for these oldies before they were lost in the mayhem.

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I love to read, but not so much while The Boyfriend is watching every TV show ever created on Netflix so I invented a nook style reading space under our stairs.

I’ve always wondered what to do with this little area.

The previous owners had a gorgeous baby grand piano under there and it was a perfect fit.  Apparently they weren’t willing to leave it behind, and seeing as we aren’t terribly cultured we don’t own one.

Thank God they left us all their books.  I remember when we were moving in wondering what in the hell we were going to do with Encyclopedia Brittanicas dated 1969-1984 but yesterday I figured it out.  Put them under the stairs.

book nookLastly, added some little antique finishes along with my modern carara hairpin table.  Now I have a TV-free reading area.

I told The Boyfriend’s mom how much I love them, so now were are receiving two more matching orange love seats.  I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this but orange is actually my least favorite color.

So those will be getting recovered.  A little orange goes a long way.

 

 

vanity tables & french wine crates…

I haven’t owned a vanity table since I was seven.  Then, it was hot pink and had flowers.

Apparently my tastes haven’t changed much, I think I wore this headband last week.

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I assumed I would be able to find a vanity table online; you can find anything online.  I bought a two pound bag of chia seeds on prime last week.  It’s all there, everything except a non-tacky vanity.

Along with my blind devotion to all things Amazon, I like to try and buy from small businesses.  So I looked on Etsy thinking I could find a vanity table that I could fix up.  Make into my dream vanity.

But there is one problem with this idea, finding something amazing is like finding a diamond in the rough. The Etsy cup overfloweth with homemade crap.  People had taken gorgeous french provincial dressing tables, painted them a baby blue or ‘distressed’ white, slapped some chevron contact paper in the drawers and called it “shabby chic.”  And then charge $450 for it.  I’m not paying $450 for ruined furniture that I’ll have to spend three days scrubbing with sand paper.

For example:

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This shiny little gem I found for $400 plus $100 shipping.  People are crazy.  And God only knows how I would get the shellac off this desk.  And the groovy seizure inducing contact paper would have to go as well.  My first vanity was pink, at thirty (one, aaaaggghhhhh!!!) I’m looking for something with a little more subtly.

After my miserable failure that was Etsy, I opted for local shopping.  I love shopping.  I’ve been perusing the antique stores hoping to find a less pink, less shiny option.  I’ve yet to find what I’m looking for.

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BUT, I did find these amazing french wine crates for $9 each.  I have no idea what I’m going to do with them but clearly I needed two of them.  It’s funny how when looking for one thing, you buy two of another instead.

So in the meantime I’ll continue to scour antique shops looking for non pink furniture then drink wine and scour Pinterest and figure out what to do with my wine crates.  I definitely get more creative when wine is involved.

Win-win!

mondays…

monthly plannerMy Monday mornings involve a strategic planning meeting with my cup of coffee and my planner.  Usually this consists of me drinking about five cups of coffee and looking at instagram on my phone.

All I have on the books this week is scouring antique stores for a vanity table (I haven’t discussed this with The Boyfriend yet but I’m sure he’ll agree this is a sensible buy) and designing bride and bridesmaids jewelry for a wedding in Canada.

But first, just one last peek on instagram.

 

 

farmers markets & flowers…

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I did another pop-up floral shop for a farmers market this weekend.

brit july 14 antiqueAnd after spending the week antique shopping, I had found some amazing pieces for fresh cut arrangements.  Like, olive oil tins, antique tea canisters, etc.

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And vintage cigar boxes for cactus & succulents.

I have way too many hobbies…

 

 

Geography & Headbands…

Yesterday.

Even thinking about it gives me a headache.  I began my day trying to plan some travel in the south, and finally five hours later looked up from my giant map, cross eyed and agitated.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to travel.  Just not by car.  Or when I have to plan it myself.

Geography is not my thing.

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Seeing as it was only 2:30 and it didn’t seem like a proper time to open wine (and no one was available to come over), I decided I needed a little retail therapy.

While in college my freshman year, I started dating a fun new guy and found my geography class relegated to the back burner.  They could have told me Arizona was in Dubai for all I cared.  And (fortunately) the relationship lasted only as long as the class but (unfortunately) I still don’t know where all the states are.

So even though geography is not my thing, headbands are.

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I can easily say I will never have enough headbands.  Especially gorgeous vintage looking headbands.  And, although I’m a jewelry designer, apparently I also needed some jewels.  And a manicure.

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Thank you Anthro.   While you break my bank account, you save my sanity.

So for now, I’m headed to Mississippi.  I think that’s off to the right.  Hopefully there is an Anthropologie there.

Vintage Crates…Garden Style

french crates- gardenNot that I’m going all ‘shabby chic’, I like to think of myself as more a ‘cool modern/contemporary’ type person, but after moving I have been having to re-evaluate our living space.  Before our house was all cement, glass and chrome, now it’s marble and wood finishings.

But in the trade off, I now have a yard.

 I have been looking for some vintage crates to put in a garden outside, you can easily find anywhere online like Etsy, etc.  I was thinking of filling with seasonal flowers, and luckily my adorable flower shop around the corner currently has tons of lavender and hyacinth.

Maybe I have a green thumb after all.