When travelling, I love checking out the local markets. Some of my strongest memories include trying to buy lettuce and a tomato from farmer’s market in Bosnia, taking pictures of intense old-lady cheesemongers in Paris, and putting various foods on a stick into my mouth at a night market in Cambodia.
So I was pretty excited to discover that Toronto now hosts a flower market that features local growers, sellers, and stylists.
Sometimes Torontonians need it spelled out for them.
The flower market is pretty hip.
Getting inspired.
Wild fields and country in the city.
I decided to go for it and bought four bunches (for only $20!)
I loved being able to buy flowers- a wonderful perk of not travelling.
I didn’t quite realise exactly how many flowers I’d bought until I tried to figure out where to put them all. It’s a week later and my tiny apartment is still chocked with bright blooms and I’m happy. I try to remember this kind of feeling- the feeling of being home and able to buy myself flowers to liven up my own space- whenever my feet get itchy and my fingers start googling destinations and seat sales.
I could fit the most stems into my sangria pitcher (in which I have never made sangria). On the dining room table (seen here with butter, sugar, and a brick from the beach at Leslie Spit)
This is my only actual vase. In the kitchen.
In a milk-bottle-looking bottle that was bought with orange juice in it in London in maybe 2008 and never re-used until this day. In the kitchen.
In the entrance in a storage jar.
In the bathroom in a jam jar.
In the living room in a balsamic vinegar bottle.
The next flower market will be on September 13th. See you there!
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