Back in February, I saw this beautiful antique bedstead out in Michigan, and, being what is disparagingly called a “brown furniture” fan, I bought it. I measured it first, to make sure it was the right length for a standard twin bed, but then, being sure it would work out, I bought it. I’d got a great bargain. More
My husband gave me some flowers for Valentine’s Day. We were having dinner at home last night with another couple, so I decided to make a special-occasion centerpiece.
Like my photography, my flower-arranging is an amateur undertaking. What I know about it I’ve learned from trial and error. I’ve picked up tips by looking at professional arrangements and from articles in magazines.
Here’s my approach to making a centerpiece for a dinner table.
1. The goal is to make a small but showy arrangement low enough for your dinner guests to see over. This means selecting a low vase, preferably opaque. I look for something wide-mouthed, so that the flowers can be placed at an angle, creating a wide, lively arrangement large enough to hold its own on the table. The “vase” in this arrangement is an old cachepot that I had bought used.
2. It’s good to have more foliage than flowers, and to combine plant materials that are rigid and flowing. Forming the backbone of this arrangement are two stems of lilies, combined with draping eucalyptus, inexpensive baby’s breath, and several tulips, whose broad green leaves were as important as the yellow heads in achieving the effect that I was after.
3. Use a florist’s frog. The one I have is from a flea market; they are also available on Amazon. The frog is the anchor that keeps the flowers standing up straight or drooping over; without it, they would inevitably flop out of the vase.
4. Don’t be afraid to cut the flowers short. For this arrangement, I had to cut off the lilies’ long stems. I used to be timid about cutting flowers short. No more! You want the arrangement to be full, with the flowers forming a harmonious visual whole with the vase.
This bouquet will grow in beauty over the next couple of days, as the lilies and tulips open further.
Today my nephew is coming over to help me move some books and bookcases.
I thought of my books last while lying on the loveseat in my study a few weeks ago. I was tired that day, and found myself looking up at these books, with which I had spent so many happy and difficult hours, in many different phases of my life: when I was a little girl, a teenager learning about life, when I wanted to be a novelist, when I was in grad school studying history and (despite myself) becoming a historian. Some of the books I used when I worked as a tutor.
Now that I am writing more every day, there is less time to read, and there is no natural place for some of these books. My intellectual life–where is it today? I have become a more pragmatic learner, finding what I need to for the day, not looking ahead, not dreaming. But not being stuck in becoming either. For better or worse, I have lost my dependency on my old books, and as a consequence I’m having trouble finding the right place for them in my home and my life.