Filling a Tall Floor Vase Without It Looking Sparse
My mom walked into my apartment in October, took one look at the vase in the corner, and said, “Did something die in there?” Not unkind, just accurate. It was…
My mom walked into my apartment in October, took one look at the vase in the corner, and said, “Did something die in there?” Not unkind, just accurate. It was…
I was standing at the kitchen sink on a Tuesday in February, doing the thing I do every couple of weeks, trimming a bunch of grocery store tulips down to…
I have a friend, Marguerite, who works at a florist in Somerville, and she told me something that stuck: “The vase is not a life support machine for flowers. It’s…
I used to think tulips were the high maintenance ex of the flower world. Gorgeous for about four days, then an absolute mess, stems bent over the side of the…
I own eleven vases. I counted them properly last week, standing in my kitchen with a tape measure, because that is apparently the sort of Tuesday night I have now.…
I was doing the after dinner dishes on a Tuesday, plates stacked, sink full of that gray water you get when somebody’s rinsed pasta sauce off four things at once,…
I bought my first genuinely large vase from a home store outside Pooler, and I did everything wrong with it inside the first week. It was a floor vase, cream…
My mother in law told me last month that “back in her day” you just put a penny in the vase and the flowers lasted two weeks, no fuss, no…
Okay so the vase story. I bought a vase before I owned a single flower to put in it, which in retrospect was the first sign I had no plan.…
I reach for the big vase in my front hall entryway roughly four times a week between October and December, which is a strange thing to know about yourself but…