Posy + a tin of Earl Grey + honeycomb. A morning in a box.
Flowers,
quietly arranged
for an ordinary Tuesday.
We are a small studio in Florentin. Every morning we drive to our growers in the Galilee, choose what looks happiest that day, and tie it up by hand. Same-afternoon delivery across the city.
Midsummer Meadow
A wild armful of pinks, ochres and chamomile, gathered as if from a sun-warm field.
See the bouquet →What's blooming.
On standing flowers in the hallway,
because you walk past them most.
We get asked all the time where flowers should live. Not the dining table — you sit there twice a day. Put them where you walk past them seven, eight times. The hallway. The desk. The space at the top of the stairs.
Small bouquets, often, beat big bouquets, sometimes.
Every fortnight, a fresh face on the kitchen table.
We pick what's most beautiful that morning. Skip a week, change a date, cancel any time. From $42.
I sent these to my mother and she called me crying. The good kind.
Arrived in better shape than the bouquet I drove home from a market.
We did our wedding with them. They knew the dress better than my sister.