DRINKING WITH CHICKENS

August 3rd, 2018

This is the strike crew of my dreams y’all. It ~~might also be~~ IS the booze + lovely lady + flower + chicken-filled party of my dreams. For sure. I first discovered Kate and her amazing blog/Instagram, Drinking with Chickens, last year when I wrote this article on Apartment Therapy.

We started chatting on IG and godblesstheinternet here I am creating some flower magic in her backyard a year later. She also took that amazing photo up there.

Kate’s garden is ridiculous. Like fairy-tale levels of perfection #gardengoals ridiculous. And I was so lucky she agreed that I could bring along my pal Victoria Gold Photography to snag some fancy florist shots. AKA, the kind, at big events, I’m usually too sweaty/busy to ever take, let alone look at, or post again.

Just hanging with my snips and some big ol’ fried egg peonies in the garden. Like ya do.

Victoria took a bunch of florist glamour shots of me in the garden, and we did things like torture poor Pip with a flower corsage necklace. He loved it. Obviously.

So calm. So not sweaty. Just jeuging up a flower-filled table in the garden, like ya do.

We’ve been making these modern brass wrist corsages for our wedding clients for a while now, and just love them! See also: we love making acrylic signs! And…No more 80’s prom arms, I mean, unless you’re having an 80’s prom wedding in which case- call me! 🙂

I just love love love these little pieces of floral jewelry, because each one is totally unique. It was really fun to watch guests select the one that spoke to them.

Did I mention that I LOVE attending parties that I’ve floralized? I am consistently humbled + awed by the effect beautiful flowers have on people and feel so lucky when I get to see my #flowermagic in action.

Are you ready for flower porn on a whole different scale though?

And a different angle. That garland though. She’s extra.
Iphone pic by yours truly.

Especiallye extra at this angle.
Photo + Gorgeous lil’ cupcakes by my pal Kristin over at Dine X Design!

Fun fact: Kristin and I met at Alt Summit waaaaaay back in 2012 and reconnected at this lil’ shindig! Again, godblesstheinternet!

More. More. More.

More chickens. More flowers.

More hot ladies with lap chickens.

Leave no surface or booze bottle unflowered. That’s what we say. After all, Kate’s blog is called Drinking with Chickens. And Koval did put the “booze” in the Boozy Garden Tea Party. And it was delicious!

Okay, maybe just one more tablescape. Is it weird that I wanna climb on that table and roll around in the flowers?

Well, maybe I’m just a little weird. 🙂

Amazing Collaborators + Contributors:
Hosts: Wandering Whiskey Society and Drinking with Chickens / Booze: Koval Distillery / Cookies + Cookie Decorating Sesh: Compact Cookies / Cocktails: Bit by a Fox / Cupcakes: Dine X Design / Scones: Nosh With Tash / All photography, except
where otherwise credited: Victoria Gold Photography / Floral Design: Winston & Main

The Chicks are One Month!

November 2nd, 2016

You remember Ruth Bader Chicksburg, right?

And then our runt, Dolly Bird.

Our giant crossingfingerspleasenotarooster Audre.

Our punk rocker, name TBD

And our ginger, name TBD

As far as names go, we’re still throwing around Annie Yolkly, Tilda Swinthen, Hillary Clinthen, and Simone de Oeuffvoir…Thoughts?

At one month: We’re totally shocked at how fast chickens grow! We (only half) joke that they are larger each morning then they were the previous night. They’re now flying giants, whose cheerful cheeping turns more squawky and insistent by the day, especially when they feel like free-ranging in our future study. Which is always. And hilarious. And I’ve never enjoyed watching creatures peck my newly refinished floors more.

The girls adore meal worms, and eagerly come when called if you have said worms in hand. Shamefully, for LA chickens, they are TERRIFIED of kale (a treat I read they would love) and all scurried to the opposite end of their brooder shrieking at its introduction. I tried smaller pieces and hand-feeding too, but they weren’t having it. Super-food be damned. And they ARE still a tad afraid of the dark, seriously dare I say, they’re really big chickens about it! If I forget to turn the light off before it gets dark, so that the room can darken gradually, then they squawk to holy hell when I flip that light. And I’m such a pushover, that I usually turn it back on for them…

That’s the kind of chicken mama I am.

So it’s back to coop building for me,
I’ve gotta get these teenagers out of my house soon.

Can you believe they were ever (only one short month ago) this small!

The Chickens are Here!

October 13th, 2016

We got chickens! We also celebrated our one-year anniversary, bought a house, and um, lived without a fully working bathroom for about 3 months, so there’s a lot of catching up to do! Showers too.

And of course there have been weddings. And flowers. And flower crowns (for dogs).
BUT I’m getting ahead of myself, so for now, let’s just look at baby pictures shall we?

You may be wondering where one finds chicks in Los Angeles.
Answer, the internet.

And then…
(insert that wide-eyed emoji here)
they are delivered via USPS:

We stained that floor ourselves, btw.

I expected they’d be a little spent from their journey, maybe a little wilted like wedding flowers when they first arrive, but nope, they were jumping up and down chirping when I opened the box.

I played mama bird, dipping their little beaks in water and showing them their food, and THEY HAVEN’T STOPPED EATING SINCE.

Here they are at one week old:

Ruth Bader Chicksburg, a Blue Americauna

Dolly Bird, an Olive Egger, aka the runt

Name TBD, but most likely Audre, a Black Copper Maran

Name TBD, maybe Simone de Oeuffvoir? A Cream Legbar

Name TBD, Judith or Annie? A Rhode Island Red

At one week: They all have wing feathers, and 4 of them have tail feathers too. They love to eat chicken scratch from the palm of your hand, tolerate being held, and flap their little wings in excitement, but no actual flying yet. The ginger does use strategic wing movements to block her sisters from eating on occasion.

And one more…

Notorious RBC, in repose.

Do you have chickens? Good chicken names?
Send any funny, punny, and/or feminist chicken names you can think of our way!