Lies, All Lies

I’ve been receiving a lot of hate mail lately (lie). Apparently I have quite a few devoted fans (stretching the truth) that have been disheartened by my laziness (truth) and lack of posts.
This is an interpretation of the hate mail of course, seeing as most of it is coming from
Siberia (damn lie). Obviously I don’t read Russian (lie).

Regardless, I’m back. At least for now while I’m momentarily entertained.

I recently came into the possession of this bowl of weed (lie, I’m thug, but not that thug). Actually, it’s just the mossy undergrowth of a few amaryllis bulbs I planted in a clay bowl I made myself (I’ve really outdone myself here. My mom bought it, I didn’t even take it out of the box). In honor of the holidays I thought we could all watch it grow.

Amaryllis Week One

Week One

Here’s to week one!


Naked Ladies

I was walking down a street recently that was lined with naked ladies when I had a very vivd memory from my childhood.

I’m talking about the flower. Get you’re mind out of the gutter. Although, I could understand your confusion seeing as how San Francisco has no law restricting public nudity. Classic San Francisco.

Like most children, I was curious about everything, flowers included. This specific memory was of when I learned the name for the pink flower that lines Junipero Serra Drive at certain times of the year. “Naked Lady” is the common term for the pink flower which loses its leaves and causing the flower to stand alone in its birthday suit. Of course at the time I was convinced my mom was lying to me about the name. But alas, Wikipedia concurs with my mother. Unless she wrote that wiki page…

Anyways, here is a photograph for your viewing pleasure. Google the flower yourself if you feel I’ve given inadequate information on the “Amaryllis Belladonna.”

Naked Ladies

Day-um! Look at those naked ladies!

I’m not dead!

I swear I’m not dead. Life has gotten hectic and to be honest I was never even good at keeping a journal as a kid so I don’t know why a blog would be easier. Whatevs. For those of you who have been waiting on pins and needles, I apologize. For those of you who haven’t, well, I hope you accidentally sit on a pin or needle.

I’m working on a few posts at the moment, and for now all I have to say is that I want this book very badly. More to come later on the author Nicolette Camille.

Bringing Home Nature

Also if you’ve never seen Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail, then you aren’t living.

Everything Is Just Peachy

Last week Studio Choo had a large wedding that needed lots of arrangements. One of the many elements within those arrangements were peaches. The problem with having a peach in an arrangement is that you can’t just throw it in the vase with the other flowers. You need to give it a stem. The easiest way to do that is to put the peach on a skewer. So that’s exactly what I did.

skewers, a peach, and floral glue

Things you may need if you choose to skewer peaches: skewers, a peach, and floral glue.

First, you dab a tiny amount of floral glue where you want the skewer to go. As you put the skewer in, you twist it just a bit to get the glue inside.

skewered peaches

Voila, skewered peaches.

And you can totally eat the peaches when you’re done!

Just kidding, the floral glue isn’t edible.

Seriously, don’t eat that glue.