The leaves are changing colors in Beacon, and Main Street is filled with droves of leaf peepers on the weekends. This time of year always feels bittersweet. There’s an excitement that comes with th...
In March of 2020, when the world abruptly shut down, I had been working as a floral designer, under the name Poppies & Posies, for 12 years. I was burnt out. Week after week of early-morning t...
This season, we're reorienting ourselves around homes that are truly lived in. We're giving ourselves—and anyone who wants to join us—permission to participate fully in life: to use the special vas...
This is the story of the tiniest dahlia farm that was grown as a mistake, but loved intentionally. I must have blacked out this winter. Maybe it was during one of the many cold snaps or those days ...
A little over 18 years ago, I found community in the New York City flower market. Amid the noise and constant motion, people welcomed me into the industry and helped show me the way. When I first s...
I became a floral designer by chance—an accident, really. A case of meeting the right person at the right time. I quickly fell in love with the seasonality of the work and the constant sense of dis...
Dear Winter,
You forced me to slow down, and for that I’m grateful. Really, I am.
I listened while you hid the sun from us and sent cold air swirling around for months and months. I drew baths and ...
This past year, on a development call, my team reprimanded me for not embracing my title as a designer. The way that title makes me feel, is the same way I feel when I refer to myself as an artist,...
