into the fields

A little while ago I convinced our friends at Robber that we should put together a spring window display. I had maypoles on the brain at the time and considered building one. In the end we made posters and strung up ribbons. We hung everything last night (our friend Kan happened to walk by, and ended up helping -- thanks, Kan!). As a small independent shop, of course Robber doesn't have an art department or a window display department, and we'd never done a "concept" window before. We freestyled a bit, but I'm pleased with how it turned out!

If you're in Toronto, be sure to peek in the shop.

Fresh flowers would have been lovely but obviously not ideal or long-lasting. I spraypainted some fake flowers white -- it didn't turn out quite as I had hoped, but I like the muted, ghosty effect.

The image on the posters is taken from a picture of a magnolia tree behind the abandoned apartment building in our neighbourhood. Geoff and I both worked on the design.

"Into the Fields" doesn't mean anything, really, but I wanted something other than a generic springtime message such as "Spring has sprung." Erin came up with it, and I loved it immediately because it sounds as though it could be the name of a movie (and, of course, I love the word "field" and the images it evokes). Maybe one day we'll make that movie, and it will have Shabd x Baggu backpacks, Filippa K sandals, and Mini for Many sunglasses in it.

Thanks, Erin and Robin!






REPLIES

victoria / cats dreaming in keylime: I'm happy to hear that, thank you.

Siubhan: Oh yes, I read that in the UK they're known as "soap wort," or at least some varieties are. The proper name is gypsophila; I just neglected to put that part in. I never did make a crown as I don't think I picked up enough.

chelsea: I'm so happy to hear you say that! And no, I never did make a crown -- I realized that I don't actually know how to! I need your help, obviously. I wish I could take your flower classessssssss.

K.: I agree!

galatea.: Thanks for saying that.

Cat: Thank you very much.

Lotta Losten: Oh, that's beautiful! And thank you for saying hello.

nick: I know! What a jerk I am!

jlee: I love pussy willows too. When I was little my mom had them out as decoration (!?) and I would pluck the little catkins off to play with them ("catkins" is also a great word). Haha, and yes, let's make some crowns.

becka: No no, that doesn't sound patronizing, because I know what you meant! Thank you, sweet Becka. xo

Jane Flanagan: Oh yes! That is a perfect way to describe it.

erin: Thank you. x

kater: I think it does, too. I'll probably leave it in that jar for months.

lark + linen: I'm glad you think so, too!

in dreams: Thank you. I do love that hazy filler quality! I was a bridesmaid in 1992 but we didn't wear flowers in our hair. What a shame.

Lauren: That sounds so lovely! I'm sure it will keep forever. And thank you for the encouragement.

Juli: Nice! I'm so glad about that.

sara: I'm glad you agree!

erica-knits: Yes, for sure. I try not to buy them too often, just because it could get out of hand very quickly, but in the summertime there's a vendor at the farmer's market who always has the most beautiful wildflowers.

Sara: Yes!

Katie Yang: I think they look pretty nice when they're dry, although it's true that they're so much prettier when fresh.

Caitlin Rose: For so long I thought that I hated carnations, but this picture from my friend Caitlin really made me see that there are some beautiful varieties available: http://www.flickr.com/photos/nice-etc/4864713017/ (so beautiful!)

Kelato: Oh, wow! I'm glad you like it.

Kristien: Oh, that sounds so lovely! And thank you, I appreciate that.

elegant storms: Thank you so much. What a sweet comment.

Hannah Elise: I love that you have a childhood memory associated with it! I think the things that I remember most from when I was little are the cherry blossoms in our yard, the tiny rose bushes, and the tulips.

Kate @ lovelornunicorn.com: That's sweet!

Hopscotch: Thank you!

josefinalouise: Thank you! I am enjoying it very much.