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
First, deep breaths.  We have a lot of catching up to do. Where to begin: The part where I moved in to an apartment with an 8 by 6 loft? Let’s start with that.  My space has been rather compromised in the past week or so, but thankfully it hasn’t put too much of a wrest on this train of happiness I’ve got going here.  When the frustration does arise, however, I remind myself how thankful I am to be a twenty-something on my own in this city full of pecuniary hotheads.  There certainly aren’t too many of my kind here, and I feel lucky to be able to enjoy all of the city’s offerings. It’s only up from here, right? Right.  Nevertheless, this whole deal has sprawled upon me a photography project I’m taking on called “Life in 8 by 6: A Guide to Living Small”.  It’s about to get very Swiss Family Robinson here.  Photography & Styling by Amanda Vidmar
First, deep breaths.  We have a lot of catching up to do. Where to begin: The part where I moved in to an apartment with an 8 by 6 loft? Let’s start with that.  My space has been rather compromised in the past week or so, but thankfully it hasn’t put too much of a wrest on this train of happiness I’ve got going here.  When the frustration does arise, however, I remind myself how thankful I am to be a twenty-something on my own in this city full of pecuniary hotheads.  There certainly aren’t too many of my kind here, and I feel lucky to be able to enjoy all of the city’s offerings. It’s only up from here, right? Right.  Nevertheless, this whole deal has sprawled upon me a photography project I’m taking on called “Life in 8 by 6: A Guide to Living Small”.  It’s about to get very Swiss Family Robinson here.  Photography & Styling by Amanda Vidmar
First, deep breaths.  We have a lot of catching up to do. Where to begin: The part where I moved in to an apartment with an 8 by 6 loft? Let’s start with that.  My space has been rather compromised in the past week or so, but thankfully it hasn’t put too much of a wrest on this train of happiness I’ve got going here.  When the frustration does arise, however, I remind myself how thankful I am to be a twenty-something on my own in this city full of pecuniary hotheads.  There certainly aren’t too many of my kind here, and I feel lucky to be able to enjoy all of the city’s offerings. It’s only up from here, right? Right.  Nevertheless, this whole deal has sprawled upon me a photography project I’m taking on called “Life in 8 by 6: A Guide to Living Small”.  It’s about to get very Swiss Family Robinson here.  Photography & Styling by Amanda Vidmar
First, deep breaths.  We have a lot of catching up to do. Where to begin: The part where I moved in to an apartment with an 8 by 6 loft? Let’s start with that.  My space has been rather compromised in the past week or so, but thankfully it hasn’t put too much of a wrest on this train of happiness I’ve got going here.  When the frustration does arise, however, I remind myself how thankful I am to be a twenty-something on my own in this city full of pecuniary hotheads.  There certainly aren’t too many of my kind here, and I feel lucky to be able to enjoy all of the city’s offerings. It’s only up from here, right? Right.  Nevertheless, this whole deal has sprawled upon me a photography project I’m taking on called “Life in 8 by 6: A Guide to Living Small”.  It’s about to get very Swiss Family Robinson here.  Photography & Styling by Amanda Vidmar

First, deep breaths.  We have a lot of catching up to do.


Where to begin: The part where I moved in to an apartment with an 8 by 6 loft? Let’s start with that.  My space has been rather compromised in the past week or so, but thankfully it hasn’t put too much of a wrest on this train of happiness I’ve got going here.  When the frustration does arise, however, I remind myself how thankful I am to be a twenty-something on my own in this city full of pecuniary hotheads.  There certainly aren’t too many of my kind here, and I feel lucky to be able to enjoy all of the city’s offerings. It’s only up from here, right? Right.  Nevertheless, this whole deal has sprawled upon me a photography project I’m taking on called “Life in 8 by 6: A Guide to Living Small”.  It’s about to get very Swiss Family Robinson here. 

Photography & Styling by Amanda Vidmar

Enjoying this natural light I forgot existed! I’m sitting for an antique rug seller this week and have really gotten to enjoy some serious pattern and texture inspiration, 19 different ways (I think that’s the final rug and tapestry count) The wonderful news is that I had a lot of time to myself this week to get a grip on finding a new apartment (i.e. near impossible, but we’ll make it happen—send me over some good juju), and to walk about this gorgeous part of town with a camera in my hand. 

Enjoying this natural light I forgot existed!

I’m sitting for an antique rug seller this week and have really gotten to enjoy some serious pattern and texture inspiration, 19 different ways (I think that’s the final rug and tapestry count)


The wonderful news is that I had a lot of time to myself this week to get a grip on finding a new apartment (i.e. near impossible, but we’ll make it happen—send me over some good juju), and to walk about this gorgeous part of town with a camera in my hand. 

When tulips bloom in Union Square, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like children lost in Vanity Fair; When every long, unlovely row Of westward houses stands aglow, And leads the eyes to sunset skies Beyond the hills where green trees grow; Then weary seems the street parade, And weary books, and weary trade: I’m only wishing to go a-fishing; For this the month of May was made. Henry van Dyke

When tulips bloom in Union Square,
And timid breaths of vernal air
Go wandering down the dusty town,
Like children lost in Vanity Fair;

When every long, unlovely row
Of westward houses stands aglow,
And leads the eyes to sunset skies
Beyond the hills where green trees grow;

Then weary seems the street parade,
And weary books, and weary trade:
I’m only wishing to go a-fishing;
For this the month of May was made.


Henry van Dyke

A bit of arranging from today while I shamelessly exert all efforts to name-drop a wonderful ceramicist named Rebeca Eichten.   I was graced with her presence this past weekend, and was given one of the most well made ceramics I have ever received—and then put flowers in it.   Check her out: Rebecca Eichten Ceramics
A bit of arranging from today while I shamelessly exert all efforts to name-drop a wonderful ceramicist named Rebeca Eichten.   I was graced with her presence this past weekend, and was given one of the most well made ceramics I have ever received—and then put flowers in it.   Check her out: Rebecca Eichten Ceramics
A bit of arranging from today while I shamelessly exert all efforts to name-drop a wonderful ceramicist named Rebeca Eichten.   I was graced with her presence this past weekend, and was given one of the most well made ceramics I have ever received—and then put flowers in it.   Check her out: Rebecca Eichten Ceramics

A bit of arranging from today while I shamelessly exert all efforts to name-drop a wonderful ceramicist named Rebeca Eichten.   I was graced with her presence this past weekend, and was given one of the most well made ceramics I have ever received—and then put flowers in it.  

Check her out: Rebecca Eichten Ceramics