petals

As a young girl growing up I would sneak around the neighbourhood, scissors in hand, stealing permanently borrowing beautiful flowers (& often weeds, grasses or branches I deemed pretty enough) to put on our dining table.

I kept a running list of the things I would have/do as an adult when I had my own place and my own money (things that I more than often rattled off to my parents in a defiant tone) which I actually still refer back to today!

One of those things was having a weekly bunch of fresh blooms on my table.

I never look at fresh flowers as a waste of money, as I know some people do. To me, they are an investment in the happiness of my soul. A fresh bouquet; however simple or extravagant always makes me feel happy.

I always Instagram my weekly bunch with the hash tag #FridayFlowers, because that’s when I buy them; just in time for the weekend so I can enjoy them for two whole days before the working week steals my daylight hours.

Here are a few I’ve grabbed from my Instagram feed to share with you;

fridayflowers3 Honey Grevillea

fridayflowers4 pink & yellow Chrysanthemums

IMG_20130315_190725 Proteas

fridayflowers2 White daisies and Freesias

fridayflowers5 Lavender & white Cushion Pompon

IMG_20130329_131832 (1) Glasshouse Roses, white Pompon, Gerberas, Oriental Lilies & Eucalyptus leaves

IMG_20130301_082421 (1) Australian Natives; Banksia, Thryptomene, Pin-cushion Protea & some others I’m not sure of!

fridayflowers6 Oriental Lilies (my wedding flowers!) & white Gladiolus

IMG_20130222_190145 (1) white Dahlias & blue Hydrangeas

Can’t you just smell them all?!

Published by thisismelly

Mel @thisismelly lives a life of adventure, gets lost in farmer’s markets, regularly indulges in movies, loves to whip up gourmet meals in the kitchen, swears that one day she will learn to speak French properly, adores candles and fresh flowers, married her high school sweetheart, visited 19 countries and counting, fears an apocalyptic rage-virus, regularly spoils her cavoodle Harley, loves walking along the harbour, is decorated with ink, muddles her right & left, seasonally switches between blonde and brunette, has soul-mates, favours painted nails & dangly earrings, always orders the 'plateau de fromages', is obsessed with British or Scandinavian crime fiction, detests creepy-crawlies & people who take too long to order coffee, gives terrible directions, makes up crazy dances for her devilishly handsome husband, believes in good, would always be dressed in Saint Laurent, Gucci & Chloe if she could, adores Tex-Mex & Japanese, loves the smell of rain & evening jasmine, may be addicted to Instagram&Pinterest, is always on the hunt for a really good macchiato, is James Taylor’s biggest fan, gets rowdy with tequila, dreams every night, takes pickles, jalapeños & dried fruit for movie snacks, would hate a world without French champagne, adores Pantone 1765, almost always wishes she was lying on the sand in the sun, is an inconsistent Paleo convert and although she is a hopeless Francophile she will forever be smitten with Sydney.

5 thoughts on “petals

    1. I mostly get them either from “the Sussex St flower man” as I affectionately call him or that flower-all-in-one shop on Glebe Pt Rd near the Toxteth Pub. They are all fresh from the Fremington markets and cheap. Otherwise I’ll get them from good old Harris Farm…. xx

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