Whole Living

I've been meaning to do this post for 7 months now. I just kept on putting it off and getting distracted by antiques and flowers and oh look there goes a cloud shaped like a turtle. 2010 is rapidly closing and gosh darn it, I'm going to spit this out before the year changes.


Whole Living magazine did a really nice 2 page profile on me for the June issue. Yeah, last June. I clearly suck at posting these things in a timely manner. It was really overwhelming to be thought of (by no less than Joanna Goddard, who is basically every blogger's gold standard of stylish sweetness).

Funnily enough, in the intervening months since the article came out a lot has changed. I turned 26, I'm no longer working for Saipua, I'm starting my own little business and most importantly, duh, I gave up knitting that grey sweater dress. This new year I promise to keep you better informed about my epic knitting failures and magazine articles, too.

*You can read the article here.

We wish you a merrick christmas

This is what we call live reporting, bringing you merry merrick wishes straight from the heart of the home this December 25th. Christmas has been a smash success this year, even though we promised no presents (yeah right). My biggest present for everyone was decking out the house in fresh wreaths and garlands and Micha made us a new set of stockings at the 11th hour last night.

Instead of the normal gimme gimme christmas, we promised no presents but instead turned the tables and all got lots of presents for mom. She cried! Micha and I surprised everyone by racing down the stairs in matching vintage red union suits. Yeah, I have a collection going on.

I sincerely hope you had a wonderful holiday season, filled with much love and lots of cookies and kisses.

Christmas c. 1984, again

I was going to write an old timey Merrick christmas post but there is just no improving on perfection so go here to read last years. In T-10 minutes (okay, an hour) we will be hitting the road to go home. I'm planning on stopping at my favorite antique stores along the way, which will double the length of our drive. Shh, I haven't told Micha yet.

Wreath Making Workshop

I am really happy to announce I'll be teaching a wreath making workshop with Grace from design*sponge at the Brooklyn Flea this coming Sunday!

When Grace asked me if I'd be interested in leading the class I was really over the moon. Holiday wreaths are often maligned and ignored, but oh lord, there is nothing better than a good, wild natural wreath. The smell alone will boost your serotonin levels ten-fold.

To get in gear, I went down to Maryland to forage in the woods for greens to bring back to Brooklyn for the class. It was cold. Like damn cold. This is how much I love you, friends. Micha and I gathered for 2 hours while the temperature hovered around 25 degrees.

We have boatloads and boatloads of gorgeous things for the class, we both were completely giddy once we thawed inside and got to start playing with everything. It was, seriously, the best day we've had in a long time. Who knew wreath making was so fun and easy? Even my dad got really into it.

The class is this Sunday the 19th at 10am. The workshop costs $40, including all of the wreath materials, clippers and floral wire. (Um, cheap at even twice the price!)

I'm so so looking forward to Sunday and I really hope some of you New York locals sign up, we have a few spots left and I can't think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Amsterdam and the thanksgiving miracle

The best thing that happened in Amsterdam was hands down Thanksgiving. The Merrick girls are big Thanksgiving appreciators. The pie, the mashed potatoes, the gravy and the dark meat. It was our first official day in Amsterdam and we were freezing and feeling a bit homesick for a big family dinner.

We had made plans to get together with Pia Jane Bijkerk that night (who is one of my top favorite blogger girls in the world), even though she was in the middle of a mad deadline for her latest book. She hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the night before but she took us out for a surprise Thanksgiving dinner, complete with pumpkin AND pecan pie. Wine was drunk, stories were told. Micha and I left bubbling over with happiness and I think the night really warmed my heart to Amsterdam in a way that none of the other cities had managed. The pecan pie didn't hurt the cause, either.

So we're home now and I've run out of pictures to show, which is very sad as it means the vacation is really over. Sounds like a simple concept to grasp but it's proving tricky. Maybe if I just click my heels?

But really, there are worse places to be stuck than with friends you love and cats who after all these weeks away, still ignore your existence.

Amsterdam snippets, almost over

It's hard to believe there are still more pictures and adventures I've yet to tell you about our trip. It's like the well intentioned slide projector show & tell gone on about 2 weeks too long.

I'm also nearly out of new words to use to gush about Amsterdam. The houses, the canals, the boats, the bikes. Again, the cheese. A little somethin somethin called stroopwafels gifted to us by sweet miss small sight.

The women in Amsterdam are wildly impressive on their bicycles. (Although anything related to bicycles seems impressive to me, who has been run over one too many times to ride alongside cars ever again.) I swear to you I saw I a woman riding a single bike that was carrying 3 children under the age of 4. With groceries. In the rain. It's amazing how naturally riding a bike in a city comes to the Dutch.

Gracefully weaving and balancing babies and umbrellas, it was enough to make my head spin. Such a feat would likely mean certain destruction in the States but Amsterdammers all seem to watch out for one another, a lovely concept indeed.

The dutch flower auction

One of the main catalysts for this trip was my preoccupation with going to Holland to see the dutch flower auction. Ever since I started working with flowers I've been fascinated with Holland's role in both growing and selling flowers.

For those not intimate with the ways of the floral industry, most of the flowers grown worldwide are flown to Holland to be sold at auction and then flown to their final destination. A rose will be cut in Ecuador then immediately sent to Amsterdam to be sold and then it will be shipped to New York to be purchased by a consumer. It's almost like mecca for florists, although I must admit my idea of floral mecca is closer to a beautiful field of wildflowers.

We went to Aalsmeer to see the auction live and it was incredible. Of course, I liked the old photo displays of growing and selling methods of days past the best.

The flower auction sells 48 million flowers every day. 48 MILLION! EVERY DAY! We got there at 9am, 2 hours after the main event. We couldn't help but laugh that even on vacation I was stressing out about being late for the flower market, a near weekly occurrence around here. As it is in life, so shall it be in Amsterdam.


My favorite stumbled upon surprise in Amsterdam was a little natural history shop called Stenelux. We had just done some wandering in museumplein and I was pretty drunk on dutch master's still lives (even if the Rijksmuseum didn't have it's full collection on view). The bugs in those paintings are incredible so to find ourselves in this little shop felt like a perfectly natural transition.

I couldn't help myself and had to buy some little friends. On the US customs form they specifically ask if you are carrying insects into the states. Um, no sir? I spent the whole 10 hour flight irrationally worried my bugs would be seized.

Now they're sitting on my mantel still in their display boxes because funny enough, I'm scared to touch them.