Thursday, April 28, 2011 at 9:56AM Loving these warmer days especially while wearing these Miu Miu moccasins. How big did I luck out having the same sized feet as Lara? Guess I'll never tire of a good ol' pair of sisterly hand me downs.
I'm also loving to fill my bud vases with helebores and pretty french ranunculus. When a season for a flower is coming a close it certainly makes you want to cherish it a bit more.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011 at 6:01PM 
Popping from bulbs in early spring the hyacinth along with the daffodil perfectly evoke the Easter Season. They smell sweet, their big heads flop over and they last for a glimmer of a moment in the earth. As any florist can attest hyacinth stems are questionable, do you cut the stump and risk loosing the leafs or keep it on? Either way it's a short round pungently sweet thing edging into the common category as it parades its way into more deli's.
© Madrid, Museo Nacional del Prado
Suppose I just need to show this flower the respect it deserves.
Friday, April 8, 2011 at 10:59PM peony, chamomile, ranunculus, cherry blossom, veronica, tulip & crab apple
rather fitting for the spring season
Thursday, March 17, 2011 at 1:41PM Lady Slipper Orchid, Japanese Ranunculus, Cherry Blossom, and Japanese Sweet Pea in Ceramic Sake Cups.
Wishing I had memorized the perfect Haiku to express what I am left feeling, instead are a few mementos from Japanese friends.
* Hokusai: View of Mount Fuji on a Fine Breezy Day. (Series "Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji"). "UKIYOE"
Tuesday, March 8, 2011 at 12:49AM Dear Spring,
Keep up the good work! We especially like hanging out with your friend the sun.
XO,
Lea
Monday, February 28, 2011 at 8:37AM this rare ranunculus from Japan. Beating out the peony, camilla and garden rose, this exquisite flower unfurls to reveal hundreds of delicate petals. The Dutch guys told me to set this one apart, revel its beauty, watch it age. I've never seen anything like it, and I've seen a lot...just sayin'
Yay for Natalie Portman! I knew she had it in her.
Remember this post back in December?
Saturday, February 26, 2011 at 10:14AM One of the perks to being my friend is when you have a baby you get one of these.
Amelie Savannah Rutschow born Valentine's Day
Thursday, February 17, 2011 at 10:32AM I'm all out of love, I have no more to give.
Should I blame the flowers for the thousandth thorny prick of a rose, for the callused finger pads and severe eczema? My manicurist quietly shakes her head seeing there is no need to trim these nails, or push back any cuticles and no amount of nail color can mask these working class hands.
Floristry is taken to the next level for Valentine's.
What has me more exhausted than my tattered hands is the brain drain from the men who barg in unannounced for instant floral magnificence. Mind you these are the same men who only thought of Valentine's at the very last minute, OK I'll cut the husband with multiple children hanging from his neck a break. Otherwise, I give these men a few long minutes to squirm and watch as they helplessly try to pick out flowers that best suit their partners. After all, I am busy making all of the pre-orders for the well-planned lovers. Generally the men give up, hand me a bunch of strangled flowers to which I then take over and arrange flowers that someone will be pleased to recieve. If the person isn't too irritating, I then hand the arrangement back and assure them, "hey! you made this!" I simply "tweaked" the arrangement. It's like dealing with children. No need to whittle away any more confidence in these poorly planned dudes. Really though, I can't give them too much flack being that they walked into a flower shop and picked out flowers with their partner in mind. Or in the very least phoned a florist and verbalized a heart-felt note. So praise you dudes vs the guys using the generic 1-800 flower route which costs more for making flowers look so bad.
...later
Saturday, February 5, 2011 at 11:14AM Have you seen how the snowbanks are now encased in ice? It's especially noticeable in places where the mounds of snow have been untouched, such are the quiet streets of Williamsburg on my walk home at night.
Maybe you have seen something like this before? Heck any one of you could probably capture a better photograph of it too. I haven't payed attention to this before so i'm going to try and explain it.
These mounds of slippery snow look more like something acrylic or resin made for a Matthew Barney project.
Alas these strange beauties have just been made by nature. Right here is the art installation, and better yet you can touch it, or in my case stomp my foot into it and hear the thin ice encasing shatter to revel the fluffy snow underneath.
Its been a long winter and anything to keep the cold walk home interesting I guess.
Photo Cred: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cremaster_Cycle
I still can't believe that show was 9 years ago...
Tuesday, January 25, 2011 at 9:18PM winter that is...
My morning view was full of fluffy dollop like snowflakes. Warmed myself with a cup of tea, WBGO 88.3 jazz on my roberts radio and cursed out the grey while looking into the centers of a bunch of blown out tulips.
How about perchance? A spur of the moment coming in and flashing a big burst of joy!
My childhood dearly best who lives in dreamy Napa was en route to Dublin with her husand. A delayed flight and a quick wiping off my schedule led us to an impromptu italian wine filled lunch and stroll around the neighborhood.
Seeing Aly made the cold feel impervious.
This made my week, if not my entire month of January.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011 at 6:09PM 
Dear Shabd Simon-Alexander,
Your beautifully designed shirt greeted me in my overstuffed mail box today. After an arduous day in the cold grey schlepping thorny branches to grumpy doorman your shirt said "hi! I'm all yours!"
This certainly has made my week.
Love,
Lea
*Splurge! Get in on the fun! We can daydream about warm weather tropical getaways and how ravishing we will be in our technicolor tidal wave.
Thursday, December 23, 2010 at 11:31AM Sometimes great gifts come in the form of words more than objects.
It's especially great when such happens at a time when you need it more than you realized.
The holidays can be overwhelming finding the best, most appropriate gift for those you love. The process can easily turn into a burden, getting lost in the reason for giving. When I can think of nothing materially I want, and when I do give myself or receive these things the tinge of excitement fades all too quickly. Unlike kind words or bits of encouragement that can make you float all day, and push you further endlessly.
Hilaria, Kathryn, Alice, and all of my clients thank you for the finest gifts of all, your encouragement.
Happy Holiday's and to a fantastic 2011 for us all.
...and secondary to sweet words of sentiment are flowers, then maybe food, and well come to think of it jewels does the trick too.
Monday, November 22, 2010 at 7:31PM Ok, there you go.
Now get on out of here and eat some turkey!
Monday, November 15, 2010 at 8:32AM I can not think of anything more wonderfully decadent than coming home and being greeted with fresh flowers throughout your house.
Private clients, you are the best.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010 at 11:05PM What does one do when you encounter an unexpected visitor from the editor of French Elle? Suck in your tummy and try your best at little french antiecdotes like, "tres chic!"
Thursday, September 16, 2010 at 4:08PM Impractical and irresistable my dreams of having a car in Manhattan would have to be for a classic one.
My dad once had a 1959 Silver Cloud Rolls Royce back in the 70's, he bought it for $3,000 bucks.
I can't really share on the memory of the flashy classic since it existed before I was born, when the family grew so did the frivoltiy of the Rolls. My parents opted for more practical wheels, a horribly ugly Mazda mini van carted us around, not an illustrious two toned Silver Cloud Rolls Royce. poor me.
I can daydream and see my younger thinner father and mama cruising around in our dusty desert town of Tucson, Arizona so oddly elegant those two.
The closest I will be getting to my classic impractical car is digging out those photos and framing them in an obscenely expensive frame.
Oh yeah, and here are some bouquets i made for Sprout.
The begging will promptly resume for a BMW 2002
