During the last century, when I was young and free in Berkeley, there were versions of Urban Outfitters all along Telegraph Avenue outside of Sather Gate that carried a huge selection of dried flowers. They were useful for dropping into heavy, hippy ceramic vases: a sort of de regueur decorating strategy for rickety tables and windowsills where Tree of Life bedspreads blew next to them as an opaque curtain option for slim wallets and zeitgeist imaginations.(is that an oxymoron)?
In the last decade of the last century, when I was older and finally a florist, dried wreaths were on order in the fall, arrangements of cockscomb and wheat bulged out of terra cotta pots with pretty ribbons, and dried roses and peonies were sold by the bunch.
Our wholesale hardgoods supplier had almost nothing dried on hand this season. (There was, however a motherload of Ting Ting - god bless it). So if the wholesaler doesn't stock them, that must mean there isn't a demand. And truthfully, I haven't cared about drieds for several years.
Last week, a client came in to ask for Lunaria. Silver dollar plant. Most Luneria I've seen is usually spotted and falling apart, although Jaime at The Monkey Flower Group had some last year that was pristine and therefore, beautiful. This photo was taken from Mountain Farms website:
As I was looking through the dried flower selections, I wondered why they aren't popular anymore.
The little star flower is just as appealing as it was at the dawn of time when I was in Berkeley:
And look at this Santa Cruz oregano.
And these pod like flowers.
I'm ordering the Lunaria... and maybe a few other things. Stay tuned.