What to buy in Clinton…

Why, what a funny question… Antlers are an obvious choice. You have to drive 4865 km to get them back home? …SO?

Do you know about shed antlers? Every fall a deer’s antlers fall off, only to grow again in the spring. You probably remember that from science class… By the time they’re found, they’ve spent months, perhaps years being weathered by rain and sunshine. That’s what gives them the greyish-white, driftwoody look, instead of the brown shade of hunted specimens. You can tell they’re shed from the round nub at the base of the antler…

Airplanes, greens, clematis, tomatillos…

Tonight is our last night in Vancouver. Leaving is bittersweet as always, but I won’t lie, it’ll be nice to be in our house again. A babyproofed house, somewhat. I’m looking forward to trying out all the recipes I’ve been bookmarking from My New Roots for months now. The quinoa-eating-west-coast-hippie stereotype certainly does not apply to my family-in-law…  So when take over my kitchen again, it will be a millet-amaranth-kale-brussel-sprouts-beans-ANY VEGETABLE I CAN GET MY HANDS ON orgie!!! Swiss chard! With a side of chourico…

As I’m filling up on greens, I’ll look out our living room windows and start fantasizing about the garden. After spending the better part of the summer busting up concrete (mostly Aaron) and hauling dirt, we finally planted it in late August. I can’t wait to see what’ll have made it through the winter. And I can’t wait to put in more specimens, although if everything makes it I really won’t have any room to add anything… So until the spring comes, I’ll pacify myself by deciding exactly what is deserving of a spot in our yard. I’d love to know what variety of clematis these are, I have the perfect little spot for them next to the shed. And although these tomatillos were just the most charming things ever, they tasted truly awful. Not gonna plant these any time soon…

West Coast treasures…

For the lichenophile hiding in all of us. Did I just make that word up?

If you don’t know about lichens, take a minute… They are the most fascinating things. They are not actually a type of plant, as most people assume, but a fungus and algae living in symbiosis. The algae feeds the fungus by performing photosynthesis, and in return the fungus protects the algae from the outside world, like a little cocoon, allowing it to exist in unnatural places for algae, like rocks or bark. Without one another, neither would survive in the conditions they incredibly thrive on with each other.

Sort of romantic, no?

If all that sounds too dorky for you, you are allowed to love them simply for their aesthetic qualities, too. They are, after all, some of the most uniquely beautiful organisms around. And they’re everywhere, once you start looking for them…

Spring, so much sooner…

So much sooner than I am used to. It’s still just early February, and branches are starting to bloom here on the West Coast. In three weeks, when we go back home to Montréal, we will be thrown right back into the pits of winter for another 2 full months, probably 3…

So while I’m here, I might as well enjoy it. It feels strange, like some mysterious force is working against nature, but I suppose that’s just how nature is around here. Everyone else seems to think it’s normal timing for buds and blossoms, so I’ll just go with the flow.

Spring is of course all about bulbs, and I’m known for getting pretty carried away with these little dry, brown clusters.

If you feel a bit intimidated by bulbs in their simplest form (I still do sometimes), take a shortcut and buy the ones that have already been planted for you. Takes a lot of the guesstimating out of the equation. Home improvement centres have them, but you can also easily find them in most grocery stores. I picked up purple crocus for today’s post.

First step is to shake those little bulbs right out of the earth they’re trapped in. Big box stores might want to hide them, but not you, no… So don’t be afraid, just dig them right up, run them under cool water and clean the dirt off. Be gentle and try not to damage the roots too much.

Next fill a container (hopefully more pleasing to the eye than green plastic) with the earth you’ve recuperated from the original pot. I’m partial to putting bulbs in containers that have some height to them, perhaps an old compote? Show them off, even if they only set you back 2.99$. The vase used here is from Ikea (for 6.99$). Can’t beat that. I know everyone love to hate Ikea, but sometime you just need a simple, cheap solution, no? Now just put the bulbs on top of the soil (make a little hole with your pinky to drop the roots in if you need to), and add a bit of soil around each one to make sure they don’t move around. The actual bulb should be mostly uncovered, with just the bottom third buried. The roots are doing the drinking, not the bulb. This way you can admire these amazing little nuggets while they push push push leaves and flowers out. If you want to go over and above, add some green moss to completely hide the soil. OK, so that might prove difficult if you’re on the East Coast, but maybe in a few months? If you’re on the West Coast, you have no excuse, this stuff literally falls off trees here.

My favourite picture. I was aiming higher, but something moved and I ended up with this. Happy accidents. Doesn’t it look like the lichen and the vase are made for each other?

Finish by adding something sweet between the leaves. You know, to pretend this is a bit of the forest floor on your table. May I suggest something like this?

Now enjoy. Don’t forget to water, like I do, unless you enjoy the look of way-past their-prime flowers, like I do.

Headed North…

Up Cariboo Highway, towards Hundred Mile House. Spent a lovely week there, looking out onto the frozen lake. Glad we got back to the coast in time, before it dropped to -35 degrees.

Snapped these from the car window. Aaron was disappointed there was so much fog, I couldn’t see the snow peaks, but I think this was even better…

Real Weddings: Sarah + JD

Maybe it’s the foot of snow that fell from the sky today, but I’m thinking about warmer months tonight. Here are a few (much overdue) pictures from Sarah and JD’s wedding last summer. I still remember the first meeting I had with Sarah. Her vision was fresh and original, and that night my brain was just brewing with ideas. It’s always exciting when clients give me the freedom to do my own thing, with minimal input. In this case, we decided on a palette of pinks and peaches, and she provided beautiful blue and white vases made by her mother.

Many brides are afraid of choosing pink as their theme, thinking it will look too feminine. Not to mention the major hurdle that convincing their groom can be. This is a perfect example that pink, highlighted with chartreuse and chocolate/plum colours, can look fresh and modern rather than girly. I have to admit the venue, an old school country club in Lac Brulé, was a big part of the charm of this event. The bride and groom, both working in design fields, left nothing to luck… the menus, invitations, meters and meters of bunting (mustard, melon and black), everything just came together and sang.

Using local flowers for the most part meant I was able to use a great variety of blooms (the dahlias and zinnias were outstanding!) while still keeping in the colour theme.

All photos by the amazing Susan Moss. It would make me feel like a rock star to have her photograph my wedding…

 

Frost.

Travelling during the holidays is strange… As much as you’re happy to be away, you also sort of wish you were at home with your close ones. I’ve thought a lot about teleporting these past few weeks. And about the possibility of being at two different places at once. The fact that these aren’t reality yet (soon maybe…?), forced me to spend time contemplating the awesome things I do have around me.

British Columbia is a fantastic place, especially when you check the weather and realize it’s -25 back home. I’ve never minded the cold that much, but having a toddler puts things into perspective. You discover new realities. Like how long it takes to get a baby into 4 layers of clothes. And the fact that no matter how cold it is, they always pull off their mittens and hats.

The weather also means that even in the middle of winter, there is much foraging to be done. There’s callicarpa in the alley behind the house, a curly hazel in the neighbour’s yard. Trees here are still green, well, not all of them but enough to creep me out. Everything is covered in a thick layer of green moss. Birds galore…

There’s this one strip of highway where I always spot half a dozen bald eagles perched on trees… Sometimes when I’m lucky I see one in flight, it’s wings stretched open, moving so slowly. They seem to flap in slow motion, no wasted energy, mindful of every movement. Easy to see why these creatures have captivated us for thousands of years…

This is the coldest it’s gotten here so far, and by the afternoon the frost had melted away.

The downside to this, as everyone will tell you, is the rain… Daily. Not even real rain, just misty droplets hanging in the air, teasing, telling you you should’ve stayed inside.

And that’s when, once again, you have to stop, forget about those soggy socks,  and contemplate the good you do have in front of you.

The perfect wrap…

So, you’ve shopped around for weeks, braved the malls, stood in the crazy hot subway with arms full of bags… You have your presents. Were they what you were looking for?

I have to admit, I love Christmas shopping. Whoever says Christmas isn’t all about the present is sooo wrong. There’s nothing like a beautiful tree with heaps of nicely wrapped boxes underneath. Bows. Ribbon. Tags. Who’s this one for? Ooohhhh…

I love wrapping presents. Perhaps more than buying them, for sure more than unwrapping them. I love making sure the corners are perfect, that I’m not using too much tape. This year I went all out, made sure I had all the right tools. Makes the job so much easier. Fun tape in a nice shade of gold means you don’t have to worry about using too much unsightly tape, as it looks so neat. Found some amazing baker’s twine in a natural hemp/metallic thread combo, I got pretty excited about that. Makes it really easy to tie a good bow. Wood veneer name tags. Complete the look with solid coloured paper (kraft is always a winner, and I always thought navy was very Christmas-y) and a few natural elements, in this case cones from a redwood tree, and you’re set. Looks so good you could put a roll of garbage bags with these and still impress!

Perfect corners. Can’t stress that enough.

Ahhh, Kinfolk…

Have you heard about Kinfolk? You probably have, everyone has.

It seems this little mag has skyrocketed to fame in like, two seconds. What’s there not to love? The outstanding photography is simple yet inspiring. The subject matter focuses on small, intimate gatherings, rather than overdone, hyper-styled events. Makes you want to rub summer squash with garlic and sage and toss it in the oven, run to the liquor store to pick up some cheap red (not too cheap), and throw together a few twigs and leaves from the garden (or the park) to make a rustic centrepiece, and call up your bestets pals to share the feast.

It seems lots people had been waiting for this… Even for large gatherings like weddings, I’ve noticed a definite shift towards authenticity and simplicity. Stiff, black-tie affairs with pompous menus where no one knows what they’re about to eat? Over! Square, graphic centrepieces where flowers can’t move or breath, over! Folks want to feel like they’re having their Sunday bunch with friends, just, with an extra 100 friends. They want mac & cheese served family style, old-school drinks that taste like your grandma made them… Flowers that feel like they were still in the garden that morning, and were arranged in a hurry by an supernaturally talented cousin. Of course, that uncomplicated look usually takes a lot more work than you’d think. Those crumbs on table, that perfectly half-empty cup of café au lait, happened on their own? I think not… Thankfully, ‘cuz that’s what keeps us in business.