MM to HH

This post is dedicated to my new friend Megan Morton. Who is already mad at me, 

and we only just started being friends the other day!

Shes mad because im not blogging enough. "HELLO, IM SORRY."

So to take the pain out of stretching my mind for something to write about, she has already told me what to do. " just do your nail art and how you names her DE NAILZ ladeyyee or whatever it is."

For those of you who dont have instagram, or who do have instagram and dont follow me, you wouldn't know that I have been sporting the best nail art known to human kind. 

This stuff doesnt happen by accident, it happens at a special place I like to call 

*DY NAILZ BAH* (in dee why)

So yes, this has nothing to do with flowers. 

Or maybe it does, because me and the super wow MM have been talking flowers, and we have a project coming up, and you know whatelse. 

you can be a part of it.  

eventually. if you want. 

are you excited?

A flower bomb for indian bean

I am pretty much flat out addicted to colouring flowers. 

Back in 2005, I had an addiction to hi fives. I just wanted to slam my palm against another with a smile.  I would be walking down the street, and just ask strangers to give me a 

hi five. I needed the hit, and people just ignored me. Since then, Ive had had various short lived addictions.. but nothing quite as serious as this.

For my latest project, I decided to make a custom colour flower bomb. 

Whats that? No spray painting insides?

I says " I do what I want"

Snip Snip. Soak Soak. Make Bomb.

RTG ( ready to go) to my newest fan, Indian Bean. Thats not her name, but I will call her that. Shes only a few days old so she cant tell me that I am wrong. Right?

Design Files

I had the pleasure of shooting the breeze and drinking blood orange juice with the lovely Lucy of the Design Files last week. A most welcome surprise guest... 

All the way from melbourne (well she didnt really fly all the way to see me, but she was on holidays in sydney and made the drive ALL THE WAY to the northern beaches) and that my friend, is something worth smiling about. 

read more here

hitching rides and dates for sale

Im not sure why good things happen to bad people, and why bad things happen to me!

(insert violin here) 

This week, my car stopped going in reverse. Actually it stopped going anywhere. 

Which is really handy when you have opened a pop up shop and need to drive an hour out to the flower markets nearly every day. So you can thank these guys for chauffeuring me out to flower world at first light. Without them I would be trying to sell dates with chongy and bits of ribbon. 

(mylee "good driver for the amount of time shes been driving" grace) 

(vaughan "i dont go shopping" deadly) 

 Chongy is on sale ladies! $10- this bargain includes dinner and pink tipped pineapple lilies

whats in your basket?

I pick Mylee up from the meeting spot. Ive got a coffee for her, its 530 in the morning. Things are good. We take the 45 minute drive to the flower market. Things are still good. 

She still hasn't noticed...

We get out of the car and takes one look at me. She notices. 

Quickly she decides that if one us isn't getting changed, then a bare minimum of five paces of space must be kept between the 2 of us. 

So instead, I hang out with these guys...