As I stood holding a fan to a car full of flower arrangements, trying to preserve their beauty, I wondered about the life of a flower. A cut stem only has a matter of time before it's purpose has been fulfilled and then, it will be tossed aside. What was the point? I thought. A painter's canvas can be preserved for ages, photograph's live on forever, a florist's work is so fragile and truly experienced so briefly. But alas', in that moment I realized that the life of a flower is really something quite poetic. It once had a life in the fields; it lives to grow and lives to die, not unlike we do. Making art with a cut stem is like an ode to the life of a flower.
I am an aspiring floral designer, who has fallen in love with patterns, textures, and all things paper. I live in Portland, OR with my husband.
thesearosesail asked: Hi! I just kind of stumbled across your husband's blog and then found yours! I was watching your anniversary videos that you made with your hubby. And I just had to say, that you two are the cutest. Haha, I love your blogs, but it seems I really like the people behind them more! You guys just seem like a lot of fun:) Lots of love!
Thank you so much! You sound like a pretty awesome person yourself. Thank you for taking the time to write. We love our blogs and always hope that someone like you is out there loving them too. Thanks again!
lifeofawhiskeydrinker asked: 21...?
Fell Inlove with you in 2003 actually… And I fall inlove with you more and more each year. :)