The tales of a florist, stylist, and photographer keepin' it simple in the Bay Area, California. This is the home to my stories, inspirations, photography & (when I get really lucky) travels. You can email me
It’s about time I finally posted this—these flowers are long gone in the compost now. So it goes. This week my body finally spoke up. The truth is: I have workaholic tendencies and I’m realizing that being on this side of the spectrum is comparable to being sedentary in terms of how awful it is on your body. Take care of yourselves, it’s important.
It’s about time I finally posted this—these flowers are long gone in the compost now. So it goes. This week my body finally spoke up. The truth is: I have workaholic tendencies and I’m realizing that being on this side of the spectrum is comparable to being sedentary in terms of how awful it is on your body. Take care of yourselves, it’s important.

It’s about time I finally posted this—these flowers are long gone in the compost now. So it goes.

This week my body finally spoke up. The truth is: I have workaholic tendencies and I’m realizing that being on this side of the spectrum is comparable to being sedentary in terms of how awful it is on your body. Take care of yourselves, it’s important.

Big news.  My living room has finally been turned into a camera-ready situation.   I’ve been working up a storm here and thus have had very little time to enjoy the chaise longue of dreams, but there are many more important things to complain about.   Until I can find such things to complain about (I won’t), you can find me  swaying and smiling to Brandy Alexander at the studio, dreaming about my recent visit to Ice Cream Bar, smelling some seriously stinky jasmine I’ve got arranged here, and enjoying the sweetest sensations of spring.  I’m pretty gosh darned lucky. I can only hope the same for you all.  Until next time! 

Big news.  My living room has finally been turned into a camera-ready situation.  

I’ve been working up a storm here and thus have had very little time to enjoy the chaise longue of dreams, but there are many more important things to complain about.  

Until I can find such things to complain about (I won’t), you can find me  swaying and smiling to Brandy Alexander at the studio, dreaming about my recent visit to Ice Cream Bar, smelling some seriously stinky jasmine I’ve got arranged here, and enjoying the sweetest sensations of spring.  I’m pretty gosh darned lucky.

I can only hope the same for you all.  Until next time! 

Just a bit of what I’ve been working on here at my studio—ahem—living room. A big kiss on the face to my housemate who lets me turn communal space to a flower fun house.   San Francisco has graced us with the most beautiful weather of all this week.  If you were a tourist in this city this week, you would probably want to move here immediately. However, it is gloomy and gross here nearly 8 months out of the year despite the contrary.  I’m sulking in it—letting the warmth enwrap my body and the spring swathe my soul.   Flowers and Photography by Amanda Vidmar 
Just a bit of what I’ve been working on here at my studio—ahem—living room. A big kiss on the face to my housemate who lets me turn communal space to a flower fun house.   San Francisco has graced us with the most beautiful weather of all this week.  If you were a tourist in this city this week, you would probably want to move here immediately. However, it is gloomy and gross here nearly 8 months out of the year despite the contrary.  I’m sulking in it—letting the warmth enwrap my body and the spring swathe my soul.   Flowers and Photography by Amanda Vidmar 

Just a bit of what I’ve been working on here at my studio—ahem—living room.

A big kiss on the face to my housemate who lets me turn communal space to a flower fun house.  

San Francisco has graced us with the most beautiful weather of all this week.  If you were a tourist in this city this week, you would probably want to move here immediately. However, it is gloomy and gross here nearly 8 months out of the year despite the contrary.  I’m sulking in it—letting the warmth enwrap my body and the spring swathe my soul.  

Flowers and Photography by Amanda Vidmar 

Loft Life: Lessons in Living Small We are learning that our miniscule space only seems to be getting more miniscule by the minute here, but we are also learning that these things push us to remain close, to say the right things, and to embrace what we have chosen.  With that said, we have no formal kitchen table, so once again—we made it work.  Coffee table dinner included Breezie Mae’s risotto, my lemon chicken, and the tastiest blue cheese salad. 

Loft Life: Lessons in Living Small

We are learning that our miniscule space only seems to be getting more miniscule by the minute here, but we are also learning that these things push us to remain close, to say the right things, and to embrace what we have chosen.  With that said, we have no formal kitchen table, so once again—we made it work. 


Coffee table dinner included Breezie Mae’s risotto, my lemon chicken, and the tastiest blue cheese salad. 

Blog posts are in the queue (in my mind), so I kindly ask for your forgiveness. I promise there is a method behind the madness. Hint: I’m busy finding innovative ways to store my things in the teensiest apartment in San Francisco.  Big plus for us: reading chair set up and ready to go.   ….And I am still embracing the tan lines from my trip to Florida this past week.  More to come—creativity is in the air.    

Blog posts are in the queue (in my mind), so I kindly ask for your forgiveness. I promise there is a method behind the madness.

Hint: I’m busy finding innovative ways to store my things in the teensiest apartment in San Francisco.  Big plus for us: reading chair set up and ready to go.  

….And I am still embracing the tan lines from my trip to Florida this past week.  More to come—creativity is in the air.    

I never quite understood the meaning of Spring as a florist up until this year, but seriously? Come on now. Mother Nature showers us with so many nice things this time of year. I am falling deeply, deeply in love with lilac. Happy Easter to you all. I remember falling in love with flowers around this time last year—who would have thought that just 365 days can bring about so much change. Today I am resting up from a very busy week at work and enjoying the company of good friends and good food. With that said—and as my trusty housemate quotes (day-in-age-currency accounted for): “When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a flower with the other.”
I never quite understood the meaning of Spring as a florist up until this year, but seriously? Come on now. Mother Nature showers us with so many nice things this time of year. I am falling deeply, deeply in love with lilac. Happy Easter to you all. I remember falling in love with flowers around this time last year—who would have thought that just 365 days can bring about so much change. Today I am resting up from a very busy week at work and enjoying the company of good friends and good food. With that said—and as my trusty housemate quotes (day-in-age-currency accounted for): “When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a flower with the other.”
I never quite understood the meaning of Spring as a florist up until this year, but seriously? Come on now. Mother Nature showers us with so many nice things this time of year. I am falling deeply, deeply in love with lilac. Happy Easter to you all. I remember falling in love with flowers around this time last year—who would have thought that just 365 days can bring about so much change. Today I am resting up from a very busy week at work and enjoying the company of good friends and good food. With that said—and as my trusty housemate quotes (day-in-age-currency accounted for): “When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a flower with the other.”
I never quite understood the meaning of Spring as a florist up until this year, but seriously? Come on now. Mother Nature showers us with so many nice things this time of year. I am falling deeply, deeply in love with lilac. Happy Easter to you all. I remember falling in love with flowers around this time last year—who would have thought that just 365 days can bring about so much change. Today I am resting up from a very busy week at work and enjoying the company of good friends and good food. With that said—and as my trusty housemate quotes (day-in-age-currency accounted for): “When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a flower with the other.”
I never quite understood the meaning of Spring as a florist up until this year, but seriously? Come on now. Mother Nature showers us with so many nice things this time of year. I am falling deeply, deeply in love with lilac. Happy Easter to you all. I remember falling in love with flowers around this time last year—who would have thought that just 365 days can bring about so much change. Today I am resting up from a very busy week at work and enjoying the company of good friends and good food. With that said—and as my trusty housemate quotes (day-in-age-currency accounted for): “When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a flower with the other.”

I never quite understood the meaning of Spring as a florist up until this year, but seriously? Come on now. Mother Nature showers us with so many nice things this time of year. I am falling deeply, deeply in love with lilac.

Happy Easter to you all. I remember falling in love with flowers around this time last year—who would have thought that just 365 days can bring about so much change. Today I am resting up from a very busy week at work and enjoying the company of good friends and good food.

With that said—and as my trusty housemate quotes (day-in-age-currency accounted for): “When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a flower with the other.”

Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  

Springtime in the Pine Street Studio  

I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.   

I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.