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How Suburban Prisoners Do Fashion Week

It’s Labor Day in the United States. But it’s also Fashion Week. I change the flowers on my front porch, for holidays. This year it seemed more appropriate to plant for color combinations than the sweat of my brow.

I’ve been haunted by aubergine and pale blue for a while now. Just enough offset for edge, softness for serenity. The ghostly voices grew louder when Audi posted this outfit, here. Then Little Augury put up a post about Wallace Simpson’s wedding dress. Did you know it was pale blue? Me neither. I vote we change the color names to coleus and lobelia.

The green was incidental. Tough to plant without the verdant, so I went all in with shoes and gloves. Crocs make really good gardening clompers. That I did know.

Happy Fashion Week and Labor Day to all. For fun, color, and eventual profit.

Other Privilege seasonal plantings, here.

22 Responses

  1. I returned to many dead pots of annuals.

    Perhaps, if time allows ( for example if I get off the computer and start a load of laundry etc) I could be inspired by you and do a little fresh planting of my own.

    Merry fashion week to you also.

    xo jane

  2. You are one person who would look good in crocs, dear Lisa! I too am changing out the colors for the front planters.

    Art by Karena

  3. I cling to the image of brides in whites and creams…
    the blue not so much.

    While you are planting this weekend I am weeding and trimming the edges of the lawn.
    (In honour of Fashion week I am wearing old deck shoes and lilac gardening gloves with jeans and a white Tshirt and sunhat)

    Nice to see you are enjoying your garden Lisa!

  4. I spent all of May and June furiously planting mostly shade-tolerant perennials while X hauled massive amounts of wood, stone, and concrete into the backyard. So today we sat out on our brand new patio next to our new cedar deck enjoying the fruits of our summer’s labors, as, I suppose, one should celebrate Labor Day. But reading your post made me panic slightly. There must be something more I can plant! It has become an addiction.

    I love coleus. For annuals, they are extraordinarily hardy, and a large nursery across town has hundreds of different varieties every year. Perhaps I should go and liberate some from them. Surely I have space. Plants need to be in the ground, not trapped in flimsy plastic pots!

  5. I’ve never planted coleus and love it. What’s up with that?

    We have severe drought conditions in our area (Texas) and anything that can survive soil temperatures above 90 degrees is a welcome plant—blooms or not.

  6. I can’t imagine anything worse than being at fashion week, like you I changed my flowers out front yesterday to the ochres and golds of autumn.

  7. Fab at Any Age – Yes, for the garden and for cooking. When I have to stand up for a long time chopping stuff, I find they help my feet.

    Jane – I look forward to your plantings. I am sure they will be inspiring.

    Laura – I am not even sure we can grow them here? Hmm.

    Deja – Thank you. And yes, that’s the exact term for the state of my back yard.

    Karena – Ha! I thank you!

  8. Anja – It’s lovely this time of year. Thank you.

    TPP – Well, I shall count on you to distill NYFW for any meaning, any at all, to be derived…

    Hostess – Lilac gloves! Very Fashion Week:).

    Staircase Witch – Free The Coleus! It is addictive. How wonderful to have a new patio.

    Susan – I hope you are OK with the fires. I suppose burning was bound to happen, in this drought.

  9. Quintessence – Well perhaps you will join me in the wearing then:).

    Mater – Ha! It has been labors of love. Quite true.

    Barbara – :).

    Terri – Yes, as Une Femme D’Un Certain Age writes, sometimes nature inspires clothes, sometimes the other way around here.

    Tabitha – Oh I’d probably loathe the real thing, all those people, all that sorting out chaos:).

    Lipstick – Thank you very much.

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