Dried

I’ve never been one for dried flowers. What can I say, it just isn’t my thing. I much prefer a revolving door (if you will) of fresh live elements. Whether it’s leftover blooms from an event, fresh yard clippings, or snippets I’ve discovered while out foraging. I like fresh blooms and leaves around me. I can’t help but feel it gives a room clean and fresh energy.
The whole ‘dried’ or ‘fake’ flower scenario conjures up stuffy rooms in a grandparent’s sitting room (possibly mine). If memory serves: there was a generous layer of dust coating a derelict floral arrangement on a book shelf. Again, just not my thing. I also draw the line at dried eucalyptus. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but it’s the sort of thing my mom might keep in a wicker basket in her sewing room. It also takes me back to unpleasant childhood memories of being dragged into a Garden Ridge (crazy warehouse of craft explosion) against my will. Again, whatever makes you happy (this doesn’t do it for me). But happy it makes her times three.

What I will tolerate in the spectrum of dried things are featured below:

 Tallow berry (featured two ways), Crespedia (aka Billy’s Balls) and Cotton on the stem.

I unearthed (from a time capsule) quite a load of Tallow berry. Some I have arranged in an empty (and treasured) Cafe du Monde can.

The rest is working in a tighter, more clustered arrangement. I added a stem of cotton for some textured contrast.

And then there’s Billy’s Balls. Gotta love these. They are so much fun to use when fresh but also dry perfectly, color intact. I’ve cut mine down quite a bit and tucked them into a tiny vase, leaving only the little yellow heads visible.

I’m also fond of drying out antique Hydrangea (when it’s in season), using Bittersweet berry (in moderation) and tussling with dried Silver tree in the winter. I’m sure I am forgetting a few others….

What dried elements will you tolerate?

Gently, Fall

I always feel after the passing of Labor day, Fall is gently ushered in.Around these parts it means the weather gets warmer, instead of the other way around. Something about an Indian Summer. Still interesting to me.

Though I’m not quite ready to embrace all that is orange, burgundy and brown (just yet), I thought to add a few sprigs of rose hips to beautiful and fragrant garden roses. Somehow this still feels like the beginning of Fall to me. A gentle one.

I’ve seen signs of Halloween. The year is almost over. Wow.

Tiny citrus on the stem and fall leaves complete the mood.