The tales of a florist, stylist, and photographer keepin' it simple in San Francisco, California. This is the home to my stories, inspirations, photography & (when I get really lucky) travels.

amandavidmar.com
& lead design at aliciakdesigns.com

5:00pm in my new place is officially my new happy space.  I have taken the liberty to lay right down in that sun spot with my book every time I am here.

Things are good. I have had a little too much fun these days, as wedding season is winding down.  I’m putting a little more time into me and my personal relationships and that has made a world of a difference in just about every aspect of my life.  Balance: so so so important.  

This wedding up in Sonoma is up there on the favorites list this year.  I love when I get to use fruits and veggies as a main focal point, throw some flowers in there and I am to the moon! 
Photography: Elisabeth Millay
Flowers: Amanda Vidmar | Alicia K Designs 
This wedding up in Sonoma is up there on the favorites list this year.  I love when I get to use fruits and veggies as a main focal point, throw some flowers in there and I am to the moon! 
Photography: Elisabeth Millay
Flowers: Amanda Vidmar | Alicia K Designs 

This wedding up in Sonoma is up there on the favorites list this year.  I love when I get to use fruits and veggies as a main focal point, throw some flowers in there and I am to the moon! 

Photography: Elisabeth Millay

Flowers: Amanda Vidmar | Alicia K Designs 

After production on three weddings, 17 hours of installation, and a strike all in one week, I can officially say I have never been more exhausted in my lifetime. 

But then, as I was dumping water into a bucket and handing off florals to guests, a happy bride came up to me, gave me a huge hug, and said how thankful and happy she was with everything.  And then you remember why you do the crazy things you do.  Three happy brides makes one happy florist.  

Today, I am resting, enjoying the leftovers of the flower world, and drinking so much coffee to combat the withdrawal symptoms I am having from drinking so much of it this past week.  

Onward! To the rest of wedding season, celebrating my move in the floral world as the new lead floral designer for Alicia K Design, and moving to a new spot in the city.  

For all of my florist friends, flower lovers, and green thumbs around the world on my dashboard: PLEASE WATCH. 

San Francisco is becoming a technology mecca, a place for workers to get paid quadruple a florist’s salary. It is driving our rents up to the point where many of us have already been pushed out of our apartments and the cost of living is no longer affordable for workers who keep our flourishing, green companies alive at the San Francisco Flower Mart.  And now, another tech company wants to take the flower market away—an establishment that has been a part of San Francisco’s vibrant culture for over 100 years, and over 50 years at it’s current location—only to build MORE tech offices.  

The Flower Mart is my job, and without it, San Francisco can no longer take it’s flowers so seriously.  It is a treasure that can’t quite be re-created in the same way.  

Please watch, and sign our petition to keep the San Francisco Flower Mart a part of our culture—the one that isn’t behind a screen.

Inspiration Lately — July Edition 
I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)
Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  
Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.
*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.
**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 
Inspiration Lately — July Edition 
I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)
Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  
Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.
*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.
**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 
Inspiration Lately — July Edition 
I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)
Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  
Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.
*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.
**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 
Inspiration Lately — July Edition 
I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)
Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  
Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.
*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.
**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 
Inspiration Lately — July Edition 
I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)
Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  
Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.
*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.
**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 
Inspiration Lately — July Edition 
I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)
Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  
Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.
*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.
**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 

Inspiration Lately — July Edition 

I might be going through a crazy life change soon, but who knows.  I’m leaving it up to the universe these days. I’ve realized I can’t be in full control of all doors opening and closing all of the time—it’s just not healthy to spend all of my time catching all of the wiggling figs (for those of you who understand this reference to the ‘interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by college-girl mentality’…and also the reference i just made**, we should be friends if you understand both of these.)

Summer in San Francisco proves to be it’s usual dreary, yet romantic self.  It’s been misty in the morning and chilly at night—though I try not to worry about what the weather will be like.  Us San Franciscans carry around down-jackets like it’s a wallet or a phone.  I’m not sure if it’s the gloominess that has been summoning all of my thoughts lately, but I’m sure trying to assure over-thinking doesn’t happen too much.  Rarely am I inside of the house for this long—essentially inspiring this blog post.  But days like these are pretty necessary in my opinion.  It gives you a moment to sort out the good, the bad, and the ugly thoughts, and toss them out before you greet the outside world once again.  

Time for another cup of coffee, some more sorting, and then some fresh air.  E.X: Days off.  Until next time, tumblr.  I have recently misplaced all camera batteries so until those are replaced I am stuck with more words and less photography.  Bear with me.

*All photos and credit can be found on my Pinterest.

**Reference A, Sylvia Plath. Reference B, Annie Hall. 

Amanda Vidmar on open roses:

I am lost on why it is so taboo to use open roses for events.  Frankly, I like them ruffly, petal-y, day before death open.  That is perfection.  You don’t need your bridal bouquet to last more than a special day, what’s wrong with these peak-perfection roses? Open to suggestions here, but yeesh, these guys have got my heart skipping a beat.  

Amanda Vidmar Flowers, Photography and Styling

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