floral millinery

The Girliest Thing Ever

A friend of the human female’s is visiting.  They’ve been friends for decades, which is mind-boggling.  Not in an “Oh, my!  How the years have flown!” sort of way, but in an “I can’t believe anyone has known the human female that long and hasn’t run screaming for the hills,” sort of way.

Sigyn is excited to meet this friend.  They have a lot in common–they both like to bake, like flowers, like books and cats, and have a penchant for flowery hats.

Recently, this friend has taken a new job, one that involves selling ribbons and folderols, mainly to florists.  For the tying of posies, one presumes.  She has brought her sample books for Sigyn and the human female to peruse.  Faugh!  Sounds like a girly evening.  I’d take myself off into another dimension and give all the squeeing a miss, but I do like to keep an eye on Sigyn. Very well.  I shall stay, but I refuse to be drawn into any discussion of the relative merits of double-faced satin vs. grossgrain. (I am embarrassed I even know those terms.)

The sample books are huge.  Here, my love.  Let me open that for you.

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Sigyn, predictably, has bypassed the rainbow and gone straight for her favorite color.

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This page, if I could get rid of all the urply purple stuff, would be just about perfect.

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Great Frigga’s corset!  Sigyn, I know you like to pet soft things, but the velvetness of this one…

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…doesn’t make up for its utter, alarming PINKNESS.  For the love of Fenrir, turn the page!!

Augh!  This page is no better!  My eyes!  My eyes!

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If you put that in a funeral floral arrangement, it’d wake the very dead.

Hmm.  Perhaps that’s its purpose.  Fine, then!  I shall take a roll of the green, just in case of any future life-threatening mishaps.  Or in case I find any good roadkill I wish to reanimate for humorous purposes…

What’s this?  Burlap and lace?!

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No, and NO, and NO.  Loki does not “do” lace.  Ladies, it’s all yours.  I’m out of here!

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Loki Takes New York, Day 5: Gardens and Goddaughters

The humans have PLANS today.  Isn’t that cute?  They really think that the combination of subway + Loki + goddaughter (who is coincidentally visiting this metropolis with her grandmother and is being borrowed for the day) = Something That Can Be Scheduled.

I am on a first name basis with the folks at the MTA now. The first train the humans boarded decided that it did not want to run to the Bronx today and decided to reverse direction halfway there.  The humans scrambled off at the next stop and jumped onto a different one.  That one has now decided it was running late and will be an express, omitting a handful of stops.  Luckily, the garden that the humans wish to visit is still on the list of stops.  But we are going to be late.  That works out well, because the blue-haired goddaughter and her grandmother gave their Uber driver the name of the garden in Brooklyn, so they have had a minor detour of their own.

(later) After exiting the train and having a bite of breakfast (egg-on-roll sandwiches purchased from a shop in which Allspeak would have been decidedly useful), the humans spent another half hour wandering about, looking for the entrance to the garden.  Yes, the folks at GoogleMaps also work for me.

So now, at last, an hour past the initial rendezvous time, here we all are.  The first thing past the ticket booth is a reflecting pool with a pleasingly fierce, toothy sculpture.

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It’s supposed to “evoke the flowers of lobster claw ginger.”  If you say so.   Wouldn’t it be a shame, though, if it somehow came loose from its moorings and, say, rolled over the human female?

This is quite the garden!  We are surrounded by flowering trees and shrubs

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Sigyn thinks that Styrax flowers will be very “in” this year,

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and that every home should have a peony to nestle in.

We have reached the big conservatory.

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That is a LOT of glass.

The fully grown palms and tree ferns make a nice pattern against the roof.

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This whole place is quite photogenic.  Since the male and the goddaughter are both photographers and Sigyn and the female are plant nerds, I predict we will be here for. ev. er.

The entire garden is hosting an exhibit by a famous flower painter, with emphasis on the plants of Hawai’i she painted.  The Hawaiian plants all have special signs.

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Ah. This is a lobster claw ginger.  Now that wacky sculpture makes sense.

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Even though the flowers are bright red, Sigyn says she likes this tiny Streptocarpus better.

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Possibly because the flowers look easier to wear on one’s head…

Oooh!  Carnivorous plants!

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They don’t have anything large enough to take on one of the felines back home, but they are still interesting.

As are the denizens of the Desert House.   This aloe is green and pointy.

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I approve.

Sigyn is squeeing over this red, furry one.  What a surprise.

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The human female has fallen for this one.   There’s no label, but she’s pretty sure it’s in the Apocynaceae.

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So: it’s yellow, clingy,  toxic, and obscure.  Yes, that suits the human female very well.

After what seems a week and a half, we have finally left the glass house.

Sigyn wants to visit the rock garden, since rock garden plants are often diminutive and “cute.”

I will admit, it is beautiful. Too bad the human male is not allowed to take his new rolling camera bag on the gravel trail.  The human female will have to content herself with a lightning fast look around, then exit to mind the bag while the male goes in to take a squillion photographs.

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Sigyn and I are neither restricted nor hampered and can stroll at leisure.  These tiny bellflowers are, according to my beloved, “dainty and charming.”

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So are you, my sweetling. So are you.

(later)  After viewing the art exhibit and poking in the gift shop, we left the garden and returned to the central city via above-ground Metro Train.  For an extra fee, of course.  After missing the first train looking in three different places for the ticket booth and having to wait a half hour for the next one.

We left the goddaughter to make her way to her inn from Grand Central Terminal–which, as the guidebooks say, has a fascinating ceiling full of stars.  On the way out of the terminal, we caught a glimpse of one of the human female’s favorite buildings.

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It is the one she most wishes to observe from the top of that one very tall building.  We’ll see about that… (Cue ominous music.)

Now we are having dinner in an establishment that bills itself as a purveyor of grown-up grilled-cheese sandwiches.   It has peculiar tables.

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Ah! The food is here!  The male has a burger-ish sandwich with grilled onions.  The female has chicken with herbs.  There is, in fact, a good deal of melted cheese involved. The tuberous tots are also cheese-bedecked.

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Whether the humans have walked off the equivalent of all these calories today is left as an exercise for the reader.

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Poking at Plants and Keeping Tight Hold of Sigyn

The human female has bestirred herself and is off Doing Botany today.  She is meeting up with some Plant Nerds from the Next County to the West and they are going to see what’s what on someone’s land.

I predict they will find…green things.  I also predict that the human female is going to spend the day  looking like a cross between a well-fed tick and a smuffled-up Inuit, because even though it is spring, it is chilly this morning and the wind is blowing about a thousand miles an hour.

Sigyn has been begging very prettily to go along.  Sigh.  I can deny my beloved nothing.  Very well. We shall go, but be sure to hold fast to something at all times!  Should the wind pick you up and carry you away I would be heartbroken.

The Blue-haired Goddaughter is also tagging along.  Perhaps she will help keep my dearest from becoming airborne.

It is always important to have field trip members sign in.

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That way, if someone goes missing, you know whom to look for.  Unless the missing person writes as tiny as Mister Six up there.  No one can read that.  If he wanders off, we won’t have a clue.

Brr!  It really is quite breezy and nippy.   Sigyn and the human female would like to take lots of flower photos, but the flowers will not stand still!  We shall have to content ourselves with photos of more stationary items.

Such as this hollow tree.  Sigyn thinks she has spotted a tiny plant nestled within.

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There is!  There is a little seedling growing in the drifted leaves!

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I say, I never knew the arboreal members of the flora practiced such a level of paternal care.  I always figured it was, “Pfft, seeds!  Shoo!  Off you go and let me get back to photosynthesizing, ”  but I guess some really do care about their offspring.

The most unusual plant we have collected today is this jujube.   I thought the human female was making that up, but no.  Apparently jujubes are a thing that exists.

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It is extremely thorny and reluctant to go into the press.  I can’t say I blame it.

It always pays to keep a careful eye on the volunteers’ plant-pressing technique.

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Hey, you!  Don’t forget to fold the tall ones, and be sure to write the collection numbers on the newspapers.

Gotta watch ’em every minute.

Sigyn, by virtue of her being the sweetest entity in this county or any other, is exempt from having to kneel in the mud, dig up stubborn roots and bulbs, wrestle with thorny bushes or poison ivy, get all black and inky dealing with newsprint, or do anything other than just enjoy the flowers.

Not a bad day, after all.

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Special BONUS photo!  

The wind has died down enough for Sigyn to model this year’s hottest fashion trend.

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C’est un très beau chapeau!

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Out and About in Gilbert

We are still visiting.  The human female’s is saying , “Fish and houseguests begin to smell after three days.”  No, that is just the human female…

Today we are poking around in the town of Gilbert.  Apparently it has a fascinating pioneer history and blah blah blah settlers and yammer yammer territory yadda yadda something.  Or at least that’s what the signs at the museum say.  Sigyn is enthused.  I prefer a bit more battle and a lot more ME in my sagas.

Still, there are a few interesting things to look at at this museum.  There’s a covered wagon on the front porch.  I’ve heard about how whole families traveled in these for months on end, with all of their belongings crammed in, and how crowded it all was.

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I don’t know, Sigyn–looks roomy enough to me…

Sigyn is quite enchanted by this little canine.  I’m not sure what he is doing here here on the porch.

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Or why his tailor did such a horrible job of fitting his fur suit.

There is a quilt show here today—which is, I think, the real reason the human female is here.  There is not a huge assemblage to view, though I must admit that this primitive and blocky giraffe makes me snicker.

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The maker had to label it so people would know what it was.

In the modern part of the museum, there is a real police motorcycle people can sit on.

So we are.

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Somehow it’s not as much fun if it’s actually allowed.

Do you think anyone would notice if…

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…a few of these sharp and pointy old veterinarian’s tools followed me home?

Do you know what Sigyn liked best of everything we saw today?

The blooming Carolina jessamine.  According to her, it smells “delicious…”

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…and makes a very tall, very fetching chapeau!

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Right on Schedule

We found the bluets yesterday, right when and where the human female and Sigyn expected they’d be, but the human female says the spring flora is “all out of whack.” There are primroses and thistles false dandelion up on the bypass, and they’re not due till mid-March, while the big piles of purple vetch that usually make an appearance in late January are just now coming out.  It is most perplexing!

Sigyn is happy, though, because, around the house, the planted flora is following the program to the letter.

We have snowdrops.

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Very fetching!

And the quince is in bloom.

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Can yarrow and iris be far behind?

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Flowers Anyway

What a difference a day makes!  Sigyn and I had a long talk.  She said I was a “silly billy” for worrying that she was falling for Steve.  “Relieved” doesn’t begin to cover it!  And she liked my poem!  (The limerick, not the “burple” one.)

My research into the art of wooing suggests that flowers are a necessity in romance.  I don’t need them for making up anymore, but my beloved deserves flowers every day.

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I don’t have anything fancier than this lab flask to put them in, but they’re still pretty.  Come here, my sweet, and see what I have for you!

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They’re not red, but I hope you like them.

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Let’s never quarrel again.

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I love you, sweetie.

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That’s my girl!

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A Bit of Housekeeping

I’ve had some new minions readers join my army recently.  Welcome!  Be assured that each of you is vital to my plans for world domination.  Feel free to comment, especially if you can offer skills with explosive and/or pointy objects.

If you are receiving my bits of manifesto posts via e-mail, be advised of two things:

  1.  The photos look much better on the web-based blog for some reason.  Thanks, WordPress.
  2. The often-delightful tags for each entry may not show if you read in email or on a phone.  The tags can also be useful, for example, if you want to find all the posts relating to Sigyn’s adventures in floral millinery.

Again, hail and well-met!

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