Unfortunately for me, this gorgeous bouquet won't be staying.
It is a hostess gift for a little dinner party planned for this evening (no pizza night this week!) and I wish it were mine. I wish Matt would buy me flowers every week. My Opa did for HIS wife! Not roses or anything, just something a little wild and imperfect and sweet.
If only I could justify buying myself beautiful flowers every week.
Blue Waxflowers, the most romantic-colored peach Stock (oh, I love the spicy smell of stock! I could drink it.) and a jar, dressed up for the occasion. I get to enjoy it for a few more hours.
(I modpodged fabric to a jar headed toward recycling ~NOT one of my precious canning jars!~ and then tied it round with a bit of lace and some cotton twine.)
Hope your weekend is beautiful.