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.

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Ah. There is nothing quite as sweet as having a crazy floral holiday, and then a three day weekend. Thank you, each and every president of the United States of America. Thank you. 

Valentines day? Success. Busy? Crazy. Sanity level? Doing quite well.  Last year, I was a delivery girl.  This year, I managed the orders and designed beautiful things. All. Day. Long. And I couldn’t be happier with all of the new things I’m learning. 

Things are going well.  This week has been one of the most crazy and filled with even more change, but if I recall—every February seems to be this way for me.  This year, I find that I’m handling it much better than last, and that’s all one can hope for.  On the queue in the next few weeks: I’m teaching a flower arranging class! It’s for a women’s club in San Francisco, but a flower class nonetheless.

Hello everybody, here’s a peek at where most of the blogging happens—in my teeny tiny little San Francisco apartment. 
Slowly but surely is my room coming together.  I finally bought a mid-century modern beaut dresser that I loved off of Craigslist and am endlessly glad that I didn’t settle for Ikea once again.  The dress form is from a friend of mine who lent it to me while she is traveling Southeast Asia—I love it, it holds the ghost of my holiday dress. The crates were purchased at the Alameda Antique Fair (which, if you ever get the chance to see this thing…do it. It’s absolute insanity.) And, as always, there are fresh flowers snagged from work. It’s narcissus! What’s a florist to do?  
Hello everybody, here’s a peek at where most of the blogging happens—in my teeny tiny little San Francisco apartment. 
Slowly but surely is my room coming together.  I finally bought a mid-century modern beaut dresser that I loved off of Craigslist and am endlessly glad that I didn’t settle for Ikea once again.  The dress form is from a friend of mine who lent it to me while she is traveling Southeast Asia—I love it, it holds the ghost of my holiday dress. The crates were purchased at the Alameda Antique Fair (which, if you ever get the chance to see this thing…do it. It’s absolute insanity.) And, as always, there are fresh flowers snagged from work. It’s narcissus! What’s a florist to do?  
Hello everybody, here’s a peek at where most of the blogging happens—in my teeny tiny little San Francisco apartment. 
Slowly but surely is my room coming together.  I finally bought a mid-century modern beaut dresser that I loved off of Craigslist and am endlessly glad that I didn’t settle for Ikea once again.  The dress form is from a friend of mine who lent it to me while she is traveling Southeast Asia—I love it, it holds the ghost of my holiday dress. The crates were purchased at the Alameda Antique Fair (which, if you ever get the chance to see this thing…do it. It’s absolute insanity.) And, as always, there are fresh flowers snagged from work. It’s narcissus! What’s a florist to do?  
Hello everybody, here’s a peek at where most of the blogging happens—in my teeny tiny little San Francisco apartment. 
Slowly but surely is my room coming together.  I finally bought a mid-century modern beaut dresser that I loved off of Craigslist and am endlessly glad that I didn’t settle for Ikea once again.  The dress form is from a friend of mine who lent it to me while she is traveling Southeast Asia—I love it, it holds the ghost of my holiday dress. The crates were purchased at the Alameda Antique Fair (which, if you ever get the chance to see this thing…do it. It’s absolute insanity.) And, as always, there are fresh flowers snagged from work. It’s narcissus! What’s a florist to do?  
Hello everybody, here’s a peek at where most of the blogging happens—in my teeny tiny little San Francisco apartment. 
Slowly but surely is my room coming together.  I finally bought a mid-century modern beaut dresser that I loved off of Craigslist and am endlessly glad that I didn’t settle for Ikea once again.  The dress form is from a friend of mine who lent it to me while she is traveling Southeast Asia—I love it, it holds the ghost of my holiday dress. The crates were purchased at the Alameda Antique Fair (which, if you ever get the chance to see this thing…do it. It’s absolute insanity.) And, as always, there are fresh flowers snagged from work. It’s narcissus! What’s a florist to do?  
Hello everybody, here’s a peek at where most of the blogging happens—in my teeny tiny little San Francisco apartment. 
Slowly but surely is my room coming together.  I finally bought a mid-century modern beaut dresser that I loved off of Craigslist and am endlessly glad that I didn’t settle for Ikea once again.  The dress form is from a friend of mine who lent it to me while she is traveling Southeast Asia—I love it, it holds the ghost of my holiday dress. The crates were purchased at the Alameda Antique Fair (which, if you ever get the chance to see this thing…do it. It’s absolute insanity.) And, as always, there are fresh flowers snagged from work. It’s narcissus! What’s a florist to do?  

Hello everybody, here’s a peek at where most of the blogging happens—in my teeny tiny little San Francisco apartment. 

Slowly but surely is my room coming together.  I finally bought a mid-century modern beaut dresser that I loved off of Craigslist and am endlessly glad that I didn’t settle for Ikea once again.  The dress form is from a friend of mine who lent it to me while she is traveling Southeast Asia—I love it, it holds the ghost of my holiday dress. The crates were purchased at the Alameda Antique Fair (which, if you ever get the chance to see this thing…do it. It’s absolute insanity.) And, as always, there are fresh flowers snagged from work. It’s narcissus! What’s a florist to do?  

I’ve always had some strong connection to the Chinese New Year—perhaps ever since my family has frequented my home town’s corner Chinese food restaurant and have been endlessly entertained by the little excerpts of each animal. And, next week begins the year of the Horse, and I am a Horse! I predict big things… 

Anyway, it’s wonderful that San Francisco has such a strong connection with Chinese culture.  I hopped over to Chinatown this morning to experience the New Year Flower Festival.  The festival takes place a week before the lunar New Year so that individuals can purchase their traditional holiday plants, flowers, branches, and fruits to ring in the New Year properly.  

By the by—I recently joined a site called TripTease as recommended by their editor Aggie (who gave me a big high five on this blog! Woo!), and it’s definitely feeding the wanderlust in me, and well…the pun is excellent. Check it out! 

All photos by Amanda Vidmar
I’ve always had some strong connection to the Chinese New Year—perhaps ever since my family has frequented my home town’s corner Chinese food restaurant and have been endlessly entertained by the little excerpts of each animal. And, next week begins the year of the Horse, and I am a Horse! I predict big things… 

Anyway, it’s wonderful that San Francisco has such a strong connection with Chinese culture.  I hopped over to Chinatown this morning to experience the New Year Flower Festival.  The festival takes place a week before the lunar New Year so that individuals can purchase their traditional holiday plants, flowers, branches, and fruits to ring in the New Year properly.  

By the by—I recently joined a site called TripTease as recommended by their editor Aggie (who gave me a big high five on this blog! Woo!), and it’s definitely feeding the wanderlust in me, and well…the pun is excellent. Check it out! 

All photos by Amanda Vidmar
I’ve always had some strong connection to the Chinese New Year—perhaps ever since my family has frequented my home town’s corner Chinese food restaurant and have been endlessly entertained by the little excerpts of each animal. And, next week begins the year of the Horse, and I am a Horse! I predict big things… 

Anyway, it’s wonderful that San Francisco has such a strong connection with Chinese culture.  I hopped over to Chinatown this morning to experience the New Year Flower Festival.  The festival takes place a week before the lunar New Year so that individuals can purchase their traditional holiday plants, flowers, branches, and fruits to ring in the New Year properly.  

By the by—I recently joined a site called TripTease as recommended by their editor Aggie (who gave me a big high five on this blog! Woo!), and it’s definitely feeding the wanderlust in me, and well…the pun is excellent. Check it out! 

All photos by Amanda Vidmar
I’ve always had some strong connection to the Chinese New Year—perhaps ever since my family has frequented my home town’s corner Chinese food restaurant and have been endlessly entertained by the little excerpts of each animal. And, next week begins the year of the Horse, and I am a Horse! I predict big things… 

Anyway, it’s wonderful that San Francisco has such a strong connection with Chinese culture.  I hopped over to Chinatown this morning to experience the New Year Flower Festival.  The festival takes place a week before the lunar New Year so that individuals can purchase their traditional holiday plants, flowers, branches, and fruits to ring in the New Year properly.  

By the by—I recently joined a site called TripTease as recommended by their editor Aggie (who gave me a big high five on this blog! Woo!), and it’s definitely feeding the wanderlust in me, and well…the pun is excellent. Check it out! 

All photos by Amanda Vidmar
I’ve always had some strong connection to the Chinese New Year—perhaps ever since my family has frequented my home town’s corner Chinese food restaurant and have been endlessly entertained by the little excerpts of each animal. And, next week begins the year of the Horse, and I am a Horse! I predict big things… 

Anyway, it’s wonderful that San Francisco has such a strong connection with Chinese culture.  I hopped over to Chinatown this morning to experience the New Year Flower Festival.  The festival takes place a week before the lunar New Year so that individuals can purchase their traditional holiday plants, flowers, branches, and fruits to ring in the New Year properly.  

By the by—I recently joined a site called TripTease as recommended by their editor Aggie (who gave me a big high five on this blog! Woo!), and it’s definitely feeding the wanderlust in me, and well…the pun is excellent. Check it out! 

All photos by Amanda Vidmar
I’ve always had some strong connection to the Chinese New Year—perhaps ever since my family has frequented my home town’s corner Chinese food restaurant and have been endlessly entertained by the little excerpts of each animal. And, next week begins the year of the Horse, and I am a Horse! I predict big things… 

Anyway, it’s wonderful that San Francisco has such a strong connection with Chinese culture.  I hopped over to Chinatown this morning to experience the New Year Flower Festival.  The festival takes place a week before the lunar New Year so that individuals can purchase their traditional holiday plants, flowers, branches, and fruits to ring in the New Year properly.  

By the by—I recently joined a site called TripTease as recommended by their editor Aggie (who gave me a big high five on this blog! Woo!), and it’s definitely feeding the wanderlust in me, and well…the pun is excellent. Check it out! 

All photos by Amanda Vidmar
I’ve always had some strong connection to the Chinese New Year—perhaps ever since my family has frequented my home town’s corner Chinese food restaurant and have been endlessly entertained by the little excerpts of each animal. And, next week begins the year of the Horse, and I am a Horse! I predict big things… 

Anyway, it’s wonderful that San Francisco has such a strong connection with Chinese culture.  I hopped over to Chinatown this morning to experience the New Year Flower Festival.  The festival takes place a week before the lunar New Year so that individuals can purchase their traditional holiday plants, flowers, branches, and fruits to ring in the New Year properly.  

By the by—I recently joined a site called TripTease as recommended by their editor Aggie (who gave me a big high five on this blog! Woo!), and it’s definitely feeding the wanderlust in me, and well…the pun is excellent. Check it out! 

All photos by Amanda Vidmar
I’ve always had some strong connection to the Chinese New Year—perhaps ever since my family has frequented my home town’s corner Chinese food restaurant and have been endlessly entertained by the little excerpts of each animal. And, next week begins the year of the Horse, and I am a Horse! I predict big things… 

Anyway, it’s wonderful that San Francisco has such a strong connection with Chinese culture.  I hopped over to Chinatown this morning to experience the New Year Flower Festival.  The festival takes place a week before the lunar New Year so that individuals can purchase their traditional holiday plants, flowers, branches, and fruits to ring in the New Year properly.  

By the by—I recently joined a site called TripTease as recommended by their editor Aggie (who gave me a big high five on this blog! Woo!), and it’s definitely feeding the wanderlust in me, and well…the pun is excellent. Check it out! 

All photos by Amanda Vidmar
I’ve always had some strong connection to the Chinese New Year—perhaps ever since my family has frequented my home town’s corner Chinese food restaurant and have been endlessly entertained by the little excerpts of each animal. And, next week begins the year of the Horse, and I am a Horse! I predict big things… 

Anyway, it’s wonderful that San Francisco has such a strong connection with Chinese culture.  I hopped over to Chinatown this morning to experience the New Year Flower Festival.  The festival takes place a week before the lunar New Year so that individuals can purchase their traditional holiday plants, flowers, branches, and fruits to ring in the New Year properly.  

By the by—I recently joined a site called TripTease as recommended by their editor Aggie (who gave me a big high five on this blog! Woo!), and it’s definitely feeding the wanderlust in me, and well…the pun is excellent. Check it out! 

All photos by Amanda Vidmar

I’ve always had some strong connection to the Chinese New Year—perhaps ever since my family has frequented my home town’s corner Chinese food restaurant and have been endlessly entertained by the little excerpts of each animal. And, next week begins the year of the Horse, and I am a Horse! I predict big things… 

Anyway, it’s wonderful that San Francisco has such a strong connection with Chinese culture.  I hopped over to Chinatown this morning to experience the New Year Flower Festival.  The festival takes place a week before the lunar New Year so that individuals can purchase their traditional holiday plants, flowers, branches, and fruits to ring in the New Year properly.  
By the by—I recently joined a site called TripTease as recommended by their editor Aggie (who gave me a big high five on this blog! Woo!), and it’s definitely feeding the wanderlust in me, and well…the pun is excellent. Check it out! 
All photos by Amanda Vidmar

Chase, at Ocean Beach, helping me ring in my mid-twenties in the most excellent way possible. And whose face has been all over my blog so far this January, and I have no problems with it. 

A successful birthday week and weekend—which included a happy gathering of all of the people I love, a sunset, and Park City, Utah for Sundance Film Festival (post to come at a later time. Wonderful, so wonderful!)

There comes a point in your life when you realize that all of the friends who cherish you on your day are incredible, giving human beings and this is an excellent reminder to do the same to them on their days, and every other day for that matter.  

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.
Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me.
When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos,
no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell.
And of course, no theology, no metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light.

So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
That’s why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered.”

Aldous HuxleyIsland

I felt this a well deserved first post of 2014.  May it run through our minds all year, and for the years to come.

xo,

Amanda  

December 22, 2013

In my mind, it is still summer.  I think when you endure as much change—and so frequently—as I experienced this year, the days and months seem to poof into an abyss and then all of a sudden the smell of noble firs is overwhelming and you’re poking lady apples and rosehips into a festive holiday arrangement for a client’s dinner table.

Don’t get me wrong, compared to most I should be jumping for joy about how great of a year this was.  I am ending this year with a solid job, a few new people who warm my heart in many ways, good health (though I need to start weening off of the cookies…but tra-la-la), and a better sense of who I am, what I need, and how to better handle roller-coaster years.

Sometimes your little world needs to make a complete 180 to remember that things are ever-changing, and to appreciate the moments where time and space, too, poof into the abyss and you’re simply left with your breath, heartbeat, and pure joy.  These are the moments that make life invaluable. 

On to the next adventure—as it is truly an adventure. 

 

I remember
how seeing the shape of your mouth
that first time, I kept staring
until my blood turned to rain.

Some things take root
in the brain and just don’t
let go.
Tim Seibles, excerpt from 'Slow Dance'

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