The Language of Flowers | Guest Post from RUE ANAFEL

Hello AV ladies! Saria from RUE ANAFEL here making a Valentine’s Day guest post. I have to be honest, in my adolescent years I disliked Valentine’s Day. The rebellious side of thought, “A consumer holiday created by Hallmark exploiting people to make a buck off the idea of romance.” But you know, Valentine’s Day has become one of my favorite holidays now. And really only because of flowers.

Valentine’s Day to me now isn’t about romance or consumerism, it’s about flowers. It’s the only day in the year (in the States, at least) when you step out, you see people carrying flowers, be it in their arms walking down the street, in their backpack riding their bicycle, or sitting on their car dash board. I mean, I wish every day or at least week were more filled with people bringing flowers home, but hey, at least there’s one day out of the year.

I feel like flowers have been somewhat forgotten in American culture. When I was in Europe, everyone had flowers in their home. Looking around the streets of Holland, so many people are riding their bicycles with flowers. In the 19th century, flowers played such a crucial role in culture, that they were even used as a type of language. People would use flower bouquets to send coded messages that were not allowed to be spoken aloud in Victorian society.

If you plan to buy some flowers this year for yourself or a partner and want to send a coded message, here’s a mini reference guide of 6 flowers and their meanings:

Lilac –

“First emotions of love. Oh, Lilac.” The sweet smell of early spring and sign of hope for warmer months to come, just the same as feelings of a newfound sprouting love.

Iris –

“I have a message for you.” An iris starts off closed and, what seems like overnight, falls open like a book. An air of mystery soon followed by exposing one’s intimate inside.

Bachelor Buttons, also known as Cornflower –

“Delicacy, Purity of Feelings, and Good Fortune.” Some of my favorite summer memories involve bachelor buttons.I see myself with my eyes squinting from the brightness of the summer sun then looking over at my partner in the driver seat. Riding down country roads and seeing blue speckles scattered about the side of the highway, along wood and wire fences containing horses and cows. It’s was a moment of presence for me, of pure happiness and joy.

Larkspur –

“Lightness and Desire for Laughter.” Larkspur is the ultimate garden meadow flower to me. I imagine them perfectly situation in the most perfect meadow style English garden. They bloom in the spring and summer, a time filled with laughter and feeling light hearted.

Pink Rose –

“Admiration.” Oh, a pink garden rose. Like the ethereal princess of all the flowers. So lovely and ethereal in every sense of the words.

White Camellia –

“Faithfulness and Longevity.” Also one of the first spring bloomers, when I see camellia blooming I know spring has come. Year after year, at the end of winter I always keep my eye out for camellia, for the coming of spring.

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In Which One Says “à bientôt ma amie”

Tomorrow my assistant, Saria, leaves for Europe for ALL of summer. I will miss her so! Since we’ve started working together, Saria has become more of a friend and sometimes I think of her as another little sister. (Saria and my little sister are a year apart in age. I think. I’m so terrible with numbers, dates, punctuality and things relating to time in general)

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Anyhow, at the risk of coming off like an absolute sap (I really dislike people seeing me cry, partially because I have probably THE ugliest cry face in the world) I’ll keep this short and sweet and not too sappy. It does not help that I am listening to Yiruma.

Back in October, Saria shared that she wanted to someday open up a floral design company. I think she had said she wanted to do it in a couple of years. At which of course I nonchalantly asked “Why then, and not now?” Meanwhile visions of a flower shop with baskets of lavender, weathered metal pails of pale pink roses, and garlands of dried flowers dance to and fro across my eyes.

Fast forward to perhaps a week later and little baby floral company Rue Anafel was born. And so began a journey of vintage and flowers. Two of my absolute favorite things.

You know, my mother was a florist? As well as a seamstress. I however did not really acquire the trait of becoming une artiste when it comes to floral arranging. I know what I like and what I don’t like. I know what colors go well together, which shapes and silhouttes pair nicely. But if you gave me a vessel, some foam, some florist tape, and a bunch of flowers… my brain would not quite know how to put it all together.

On the other hand, Saria creates the most beautiful arrangements in a matter of minutes. It is quite a wonder to see her put together an arrangement in front of you! We will go forage for flowers near our atelier and I of course will throw flowers into a haphazard arrangement. And it is lovely because flowers themselves are lovely. But a true florist will arrange it in a way that you will just want to keep looking at it. Study it. Touch it. Smell it. Be one with it.

No gross, that’s creepy. Did we cross the line?

Yes, yes perhaps we have.

Anyhow, my little florist friend who shares my abiding love for neutral colored clothing and woven baskets is off to Europe and I am sad her sunny spirit won’t be around the studio this summer. But goodness, I am so very happy for her and all the wonderful life adventures she is going to experience! Also, I’m a bit jealous. Even though I was just in Europe myself…le sigh. Why can’t I own a vacation home in the South of France already?! Why did life deal me out such an unfair hand of cards?!

I jest! I jest! I know full well how lucky I am!

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Vintage Inspiration | To Be a Bride

I love looking at old photos of brides. The photographs themselves were fairly simple back then. Just a full length portrait of the bride wearing her dress, sometimes with a bouquet or her man next to her. Although the photographs were no fuss, the dresses, accessories and even flowers were so lavishly decadent.

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Look at the lace on this dress! Holy moly. I could stare at this photo for hours. The sleeves are so beautiful, and the light hits it so perfectly. I love how her hair is up with adornments. It reminds me of the work of our sister bridal adornment company, Esther Jean. If you love this vintage bride look, you would love her work.

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Look at these huge calla lillies! And this veil! Goodness.

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Although this dress looks simple and white, if you look close enough you can see it has lace throughout. I love the high neck on it. Vintage bridal bouquets were so beautiful. I love how they cascade with greens and blooms. I’m glad that natural look is coming back. Another one of Adored Vintage’s sister companies is RUE ANAFEL. They specialize in old world and vintage inspired floral design.

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To shop out bridal page on our website!

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In Which We Discover the Estate in Hopewell

Old homes built in the late 18th century and 19th century, especially all white ones out in a big open field have such a wonderful affect on me. I am equally filled with joy, longing, and a bit of sadness.

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This estate in Hopewell, Oregon has long been abandoned and I wonder about its past inhabitants. Who were they? Were they happy? Why did they leave? Our friends from Type A Press showed us this home and we were so delighted to visit her for awhile.

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I am so very fond of symmetrical farm style homes. I’m not an architect expert so I’m not sure what style this home is. I just assume it’s a farm house with some Victorian influences. There were some no trespassing signs, but it was so very easy to just go up to it. To make believe for awhile. Naturally I ignored said signs.

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For a brief moment we were there. In the 1850s, a bundle of wildflowers in our arms, trying to find respite from the summer heat. A carriage makes its way down the dirt road, the hooves of horses kicking up dust and flecks of soil. Our cheeks bright red from the warmth of a summer day.

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We run down the path to greet old friends. “At last, at last! You’re here! We have so many things to say, so many things to do. Come, let me take your hat. We’ve set up a picnic on the hill!

Isn’t it so wonderful to come across these places on Earth and be transfixed by them?

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