Beautiful flowers for a beautiful bride.
Nothing says summer like fresh peonies in a simple mason jar. Â I spied these beauties at my sister in law’s picture perfect wedding last weekend and I scrambled through unpacked boxes the minute I got home looking for my own vintage mason jars. Â I suspect that Scott may have purged them before we packed up for the renovation in December. Â I’m missing the oddest assortment of things that I had a surplus of before the construction began: Â hangers, vintage fabrics and jars, my sanity…. Anyway, I’ll be shopping for some “new” vintage mason jars at the Brooklyn Flea this weekend. Â Some fresh flowers in our new windows should do wonders for my sanity.
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The links in the master bedroom post don’t work for me.
I am certain that Scott must have packed your sanity in one of the special archival boxes to preserve it forever. Look in the boiler room. Eep!
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