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,...
It's no secret among those that know me that I am a full blown candle connoisseur. I gained a discerning taste from growing up in my mother's candle shop. From a young age I learned about...
