Hydrangeas

I can't stop day dreaming about old fashioned, ladylike flowers. I want, no, need them spilling out of ever corner of my apartment.

These were picked by a sweet boy out of his grandmother's garden and delivered from Westchester County to Brooklyn just for me. I think I'm just about the luckiest girl in the world.

I love how these whites have smaller flowers and heads. They look so much more feminine and delicate to me than the run of the mill corner store varitey. My aunt grew them in our Elmwood garden and I promptly snipped several bouquets worth.

These blue beauties were selfishly tucked away on my Elmwood bedside table.

The best and happiest vacation alarm clock ever conceived.