All posts filed under: weekend

Sunday Morning At The Plant Sale

Yesterday morning, C and I headed to Bok Tower Gardens for their annual Boktoberfest plant sale. We were on a mission to scope out nurseries for the flower shop, and find new varieties of orchids and air plants to add to our retail inventory. It was a beautiful day at one of my very favorite places. I found a lovely french market basket after months of searching — sidebar: The Little Market has some great ones if you’re on the hunt, too — and tried (unsuccessfully) to convince C to let me take home a little black pot-bellied pig from the petting zoo. Here’s a fun fact: Did you know plumeria can root from a cutting that basically looks like a stick? (They’re the y-shaped sticks in the photo above.) The guy told us you basically stick it in a pot with some soil and leave it alone, so we were like, ‘we’re in!’ We brought one home, and as of right now it’s sitting on the kitchen counter, so we’re off to a great start. I’ll let you know …

Weekend Throwback

Last Thursday, this giant Cuban sammich and I enjoyed a rare proper lunch break on the patio of my favorite coffee shop, under the shade of an umbrella while a breeze blew, and it was perfect. {There was also a fresh chocolate chip cookie hiding in that brown bag, so consider the sundae of sunshine and quiet time cherry-topped. ;)} For some reason — maybe it was the gingham paper paired with the bag of classic Lays? — my lunch reminded me of my Barbie hamburger stand, which I hadn’t thought about in decades, so I spent the entirety of the break Googling, ‘Barbie play sets that came with Lays potato chips,’ until I found it; and discovered it’s fetching around $200 on eBay twenty-ish years later. Back in the day, my Barbies left the Dream House every weekend in their casual ‘play clothes’ and rolled up to the burger stand in their pink Jeep and convertible Ferraris and Cadillacs. They grabbed a seat on tomato stools (and those tiny tables that used to come in pizza boxes?) while a shirtless …

sleeping on the job

Over the weekend, C and I crossed another Small Business Owner Rite of Passage  off the list: power napping at the shop between appointments. Saturday was a blur. We got to the shop bright and early, and I handled the twenty-or-so prom corsage pick ups and a wedding consult while C delivered arrangements for two big parties across town. When the last corsage left the building — all the teenagers were on time, sweet babies — we packed the van and headed out of the county to deliver a small wedding order. One of my favorite things about our job is discovering charming new-to-us venues for weddings and events. This time it was GiGi’s Country Garden in Plant City. I wish I’d taken photos, but we were both starving and on a super tight schedule. Also I’m terrible at taking photos of important things like cute wedding venues and my wedding designs. Oops. I did manage to Instagram a photo of the bride’s bouquet! {And now my Aunt Cindy, loyal APP reader, is going to get me for being …

Sunday Best

Last Sunday, the spring cleaning bug bit C; he came home from the gym with my father-in-law’s pressure washer and big plans to clean the exterior of the house. While he busied himself blasting the mildew from our stucco, I threw on my old Sunday standbys headed out for some errands and shopping. My spring weekend uniform is typically some simple variation of this: cut-offs (I made these from a pair of extra-long Joe’s I found at the Goodwill for a 10-spot) with flats, a comfy top, and a hat. For now, I’m wearing my cozy sweaters as much as I can, until the summer heat makes it impossible. When I made my way back to our freshly washed house that afternoon, I threw a big salad together with chicken, bleu cheese and fresh Florida strawberries. Later, I swapped the sweater for a t-shirt and spent some quiet time poolside to soak up the extra hour of sunshine. Since Sunday is our only full day off during the week, we always try to make the …

take me back…

Last Saturday, C and I packed a little suitcase and snuck away after work for a mini-break at our favorite spot on the Gulf coast. It’s really kind of ridiculous that we live smack in the middle of two beautiful coastlines, and never make it to the beach… We’ve got the whole “work hard” thing down, and now we just need to make more time for some play {all part of that elusive balance we’re always striving for}. So while we were there, we made a deal to squeeze in a road trip at least once every couple of months to soak up the sunshine and recharge our batteries. It’s easier to drag yourself away when you know you’ll be returning soon.