Molbak's and a Mosserarium Update

Remember the mosserrariums?  Well I managed to very successfully kill one of them.  It became more of a mush-errarium which I pretended was making a comeback for approximately one month before I admitted to the being the grim reaper of moss (this was actually quite surprising to me, as I generally have quite the green thumb - I COMPLETELY talk to my plants and largely chalk that up to their success).  But, even in its pitiful state, it served to give me the excuse to BUY MORE PLANTS.  Which is not something I need convincing of to begin with.  

Photo taken by the Mme. with my camera, and therefore shamelessly stolen and edited for my blog-o-rama.

So Friday morning, the good Mme. Bookling and I set off to Molbak's, the Nordstrom of nurseries (especially because in Molbak's, one can casually shop for plants, grab a bite to eat in the garden café, or sip a cool glass of Pino Gris - all of which may or may not have happened Friday morning).

Also snapped by the Mme.

Super pleasing selections.

Classic Mme. Bookling self-portraiture.

A very sunny Miss Melancholy Chic.

The cheeriest pot of all - which wiggled it's way right into the Bookling home as the newest family edition.

Color that makes me want to shout "Cadmium!"

I wish the best of Sundays to you.  When I spontaneously awoke this morning at six (!) fourty (!) -five (!) the rain was falling soft and and every feathered creature within a ten block radius was chittering and chattering.  But now, the sun is sparkling in the last drops hanging from the cherry blossom tree and warming the toes of my kitty boys.  I am appropriately caffeinated, have a painting luring me to the studio, and a date night out with my man to look forward to.  Make it a good one friendlies!

Tootle-loos and cheerios!

- Umber