04/06/2026
I am not a white flower girly.
I love colour. Always have. Give me the coral and the rust and the burgundy and the lilac.
Give me something that makes you stop mid-scroll. White flowers have never really been my thing.
And then I walked into the coolroom this morning.
I hadn't even seen the delivery come in.
The girls had unloaded everything while I was doing other things. I just turned the corner into the studio and stopped.
Wax flower. Gum. King protea.
White natives.
I don't know how to explain it except to say β no words. Like, fully gone.
Standing there in the middle of the studio just staring at them.
There is something about white natives that is completely different to any other white flower.
It's not bridal. It's not safe. It's not boring. It's wild and textural and a little bit dramatic and honestly kind of unhinged in the best possible way.
Big native season has arrived. And I am fully, completely, here for it.
Friday's posy is something special.
Are you a colour girly or a white flower girly? I need to know where everyone stands on this.
With love,
Brooke β a reformed white flower sceptic, apparently ππΈ