We've been experiencing quite the drought on this side of California. Luckily This week and last, we've been flooded with rain. Heavy duty. Mother nature is drinking the H two O goods this weekend. Makes me happy. Unfortunately my hiking rituals are put on hold. Maybe it's time I finally get myself a gym membership like I've been planning for the past-how long has it been?
Spent the day in the city thrifting it, grubbin at a favorite Indian buffet, and botanical print hunting like a mofo. I must have stared at botanicals prints online for a total of 7 hours last night. Today, Brandon bought me a book filled with prints. Now I'm back at it online. I'm on the hunt for precious ones. The odd and peculiar color combinations. The ones that whisper "buy me Juna, Buy me now!"
Throughout tonight's post are the few I found yesterday on etsy. Majority of these are from the same book. A book I intend to find.
I wonder if people throw botanical print parties out there in the real world. I'm sure there's a club some where that exists. If not, I'd definitely like to start one. We'd sip champagne, indulge on home made cookies and share/trade our most exquisite, beloved print treasures.
Who's down for botanical print club, say I!
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Music.
I almost forgot. I'm trying to get in the habit of posting music alongside flowers. Forgive me if I ever whip up a post without any tunes. Tonight I was going to head over to Boom Boom Room (Yes-sounds like the name of a strip club joint) to enjoy Brandon play some funk with some of his closest musician friends. It's rainfully brutal outside and my bed was callin for me. Below isn't a funk video, but rather some Jazz for yah. I hardly post any on here. So here you go. Wil Blades on organ, Jack Riordan on guitar, and Brandon on drums.
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