Jacket? Ralph Lauren, thrifted Silk Shirt? Thrifted Crochet top? Thrifted Pants? Marc Aurel , Winners Shoes? Dumond Purse? Tignanello, thrifted Ring? Gift from my parents Booty picture? c/o my kindness
Today you will learn how deep my landscape nerdiness runs. I can hardly focus on writing a post because every time I look at the pictures above, those weeds along the bottom of the hedge just kill me. Make. them. go. away.
People always apologize for their gardens when they have me over; assuming I am judging the weeds between the flagstones, the unpruned shrubs and the flowers that need deadheading. 'No, no' I say 'I am not judging' and it's mostly true. I judge not your gardening if you judge not the fact that my cat threw up on the stairs... again. But while I try not to judge, I can't help but notice all those things. That's part of my job.
But you know what's not part of my job? That particular hedge and its accompanying weeds. Step away from the weeds Jentine! There is a big, beautiful world out there, just waiting to be discovered!