Last week I found the most gorgeous dark red peonies. I’m ashamed to say it, but at first I was tempted to keep them to myself. But shared joy is increased joy, so I was so happy to find an excuse to share them: the 23rd birthday of my sweet friend Abbie. I handtied a bouquet of peonies, viburnm and a few other flowers, and carted them off downtown to the Pearl to meet up with the girls.
Because really, what is a party (or a birthday) without flowers? Or a fantastic feathered headress, for that matter.