Yesterday I walked into my office building past the beautiful garden of tulips and realized tulip season was officially done. All the beautiful green stalks had officially lost their blooms. Sadness. While I love living in an apartment and am an opt-of-house suburbanite, spring is when I have slight jealousy for those who have a yard and can enjoy just a touch of nature outside of their front door. Maybe even plant something. But that takes effort. Never mind. #lazy
So over the last few weeks I’ve been putting tulips everywhere for a little hint of color and nature but it’s time to move on to peonies. Just like tulips they can easily make up a bouquet all by themselves and be cut to be in whatever container happens to be on hand. Set out either a couple at a time or in a huge bunch – they are so beautiful. While not quite as predictable in shape as my beloved tulips, they are so wonderfully rotund that it makes me happy. Clearly I’m easily amused.
The two seasons I love the most are the ones that go by so fast. Spring and fall. You take a deep breath and blink and it’s done. So sad. I love that point at the end of the winter when it’s sunnier but still cold but you’re excited for the season to change. I just crave wearing a different wardrobe and having things feel alive again. That’s the time when I start getting flowers to keep on the dining table and kitchen counter. If I’m feeling indulgent then in the bedroom too.
My flowers of choice are without a doubt tulips. They are flowers that have the same aesthetic as I do. They are tidy and orderly but feminine. They don’t have unruly leaves or unpredictable shapes. They have a strong stem. They come in a bounty of different bright colors. They don’t need to be accessorized with fluff, filler flowers. They are direct and to the point. We’re pretty. Boom.
I may be a bit old fashioned but I still love what comes in the mail. It’s so easy to get inundated with junk e-mails and just immediately delete them. But when things arrive in your mail box you have a moment to quickly leaf thru them and decide whether they are worthy of further study. Normally they are not and they make it directly into the miraculous filing system called the recycling bin, which is also a bit frustrating. However sometimes they bring home decorating inspiration, get me itching to buy clothes for the following season and make me inspired to get off my lazy winter bum and think about spring time activities.
Ideas I’m presently coveting…
1. A ladylike evening at the ballet.
2. A new dresser. The smaller and more impractical the drawers the better.
3. More nautical dresses for warmer weather… Because I’m really lacking those… The mint skinny belt featured in the most recent Garnet Hill catalog is completely up my alley.
Whatever happened to the seasons? We seemed to have just skipped right over winter. Sunday mornings of opening the curtains to a wintery wonderland just… never happened. I feel a little let down by mother nature. It was so nice, however, to wake up this morning to rain. To have a little forced relaxation. I was bummed that the rain changed my plans for the day and at the same time ecstatic that I didn’t have to wash my hair. As I got off my bum and ventured outside there was a level of quiet that prevented me from feeling guilty for being hungover and lazy. So many things to notice from under my umbrella on this wonderfully rainy Sunday…