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Mad Over Peonies
I’ve been losing my mind over peonies lately, like I do every year. I haunt Trader Joe’s faithfully until they show up in their tight little clenched balls of fury. This is usually in May sometime. They were super late this year. They didn’t show up until AFTER Mother’s Day which is a crying shame in my eyes. To me, peonies are the ultimate mother’s day present and believe me, everyone in my house knows this. I do not shut up about it.
Finally they came in and I bought a bunch, of course. They were so brilliant scarlet they wouldn’t even show up properly in my camera because the red was just plain out of gamut.
Every time I walked by the bouquet on the table I would try and try again to capture their intensity with my camera. I would stand on chairs straining for just the right angle. This way and that… nothing could really contain their beauty!
These flowers were like bombs going off on my dining room table. I don’t know how people can’t be in awe of them like I am. They must be color blind. Or they grew up in Chicago where they are as common as Oleander bushes along the highway. That is before Oleander bushes got that disease and died out. In Chicago I hear they are as common as freeway flowers. Can you imagine these flowers being as common as freeway flowers?
I cannot. This is art pure and simple. It was hard for me to even format the pictures into a square for optimal website viewing because I just didn’t want to crop them in anyway.
I’m an absolute nut about these flowers. I’m sure Payam will vouch for that. I never shut up about them. There are a few things that I feel this passionately about and they are: Norah Jones, coffee and peonies. Everything else is just not worth getting all worked up about. I stand by these passions whether they go in or out of style.
I mean, come on. Even in death they take my breath away. As the scarlet color slowly faded out of these blooms and the petals fell ceremoniously on my table, I didn’t even want to clean them up. It was like a week long art installation that we would eat dinner around so as not to miss a single shade of loveliness.
I fully acknowledge that I’ve lost my mind over them.
Le sigh.
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Poof! There it is!
I made a poof! Seriously, I did. I am NOT a seamstress by any means. I do not sew regularly and my seams are horrible BUT I am good with my hands and I do own a sewing machine. Best purchase I ever made in my twenties by the way.
Payam was shredding old bills and papers from 2008 or something because we are doing a big garage remodel (post to come soon) and we were getting rid of old boxes and things. I walked in to see this bag of shredded paper and I started imagining that I could cover it and make it into a poof. Doesn’t it look like one already? I did re-upholster a couch once upon a time…how hard could it be?! The more I looked at that bag the more possible it seemed. A challenge reared its head!
Next I had to find fabric. Old curtains perhaps? I cut two circles out of one curtain and then sewed the other curtain to one circle. It was wonkey to be sure but poofs are wonkey by nature? If all else failed it could be a bean bag or even a dog bed if it listed to flatness…
Then I cut the newly sewed curtain that was now the side of the poof to the size I wanted the poof and sewed it to the other circle. I only had to rip out my seams three times because I sewed everything wrong the first time, like you do.
(Would it hurt me to smile? I never realize how much I have resting bitch face until I see pictures like this. Inside I am actually smiling and quite cheerful about my accomplishment but in real life I look like I’ve just found the stink everyone was looking for. Here it is!)
Then we stuffed the poof sack with shredded bills and papers! Stuff, stuff, stuff! Who knew shredded paper could make such great stuffing! It’s not waterproof or washable in any way (Please dogs, don’t pee on it!) but it holds it’s form! Who knew! It’s not a bean bag or a dog bed. It’s a poof!
It looks a little like a cylindrical garbage bag (the color choice could have been better but these were the curtains we had on hand that weren’t being needed anymore) but it works great. Even Lucy approves.
