I was at that craft super-store, Michael’s, the other day (returning some materials from a holiday project that didn’t quite work out) when I got drawn in by the fake flower department. I have never taken the time to stroll through these aisles – that stuff is crazy! I couldn’t have been more awestruck if I was in a real botanical garden.
One of the things I miss about living in Manhattan is all the bodegas selling fresh flowers for great prices all year round. Before I ever moved there, I vowed that if I ever lived in New York City, I’d get fresh flowers every week. And I pretty much stuck to that decadence, even in the middle of the winter, even when funds could have probably been better used elsewhere (i.e. rent.) Not that there aren’t flowers out here in the ‘burbs, but there isn’t the same kind of access, variety, or prices. Point is, though I didn’t think I was a fake flower fan, I was temporarily tempted by the exotic beauties at Michael’s…
Such as, Safari-style:
And Polka Dots!:
These were clearly crossed with a Dalmatian:
These looked pretty real, until you touched them:
I was impressed by the beads of fake water on this leaf. It must have just rained:
I almost bought this Bogus Bird of Paradise – it was very realistic. Let’s face it, these things are so cool that they always look fake. And though they’re sold in corner bodegas all over NYC, they’re not easy to find around here:
Taking down the Christmas decorations can be a little depressing. I wonder: how we are going to get through the dark, cold months ahead? And most importantly, what are we going to put in the center of our dining room table? What would have the perfect winter-y, yet holiday-less vibe? I remembered when I was at Michael’s before Christmas I walked by something intriguing, something with flat, round, white-ish “leaves.” Kind of like this, but not exactly:
I ran into Pier 1 a few doors down, and aha! This is what I was looking for:
Except this looked so weird and rubbery up close that I couldn’t do it:
When I got home, I did a little research: Turns out this is called lunaria and does exist in the natural world – but I think I will hold out until I find the real deal, or at least a more convincing version.
What I chose, instead, for our table’s winterscape was actually something dried, called lagurus:
But I didn’t stop there. Inspired by all that wacky stuff at Michael’s, I got some… feathers. I already thought this was funny, and very Las Vegas of me, but it became funnier when I got home. Here’s just a sampling of the reactions from Rob as I walked in the door with them flouncing in my hand:
“Are you sure?”
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t think I’m going to like that. It’s kind of girly.”
I assured him that I was just playing. And that we needed some talismans of fun in order to get through the long winter ahead. Here’s how it turned out:
It made us both shudder a little. Then the 70’s called to say they wanted their feathers back. In other words, they came out of the vase-jug after I snapped the picture.
What is your stance on faux flowers and feathers? More specifically, how are you planning to get through the winter (both psychologically and on a decorative level)? Please advise.