Flowers, Flowers Everywhere!
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love flowers. I have early memories of hearing words like “begonia,” “petunia” and “geranium” and associating them with the gorgeous blooms in my mom’s terra-cotta patio pots. When my parents let me choose a wallpaper for my room in sixth grade, I went straight for a white floral pattern on a soft taupe background; I’d give anything to find that wallpaper today! And in college, long before my own line of floral clothing was even a twinkle in my eye, I wore bright floral Adrienne Vittadini knit sets while my sorority sisters were rocking acid-wash Guess jeans and black leather jackets. A few years later, when Ladd and I were engaged and it came time to register for china, I was like…