Mum Tyna’s Thanksgiving supper centerpiece, Ashburnham, Mass.
Overhead at the dinner table: “This is what I imagine Sophie’s soul looks like.” Agreed.
I’ll take all of it, please. U.S. Evergreens, Flower District, NYC
The cruddy stretch of Sixth Ave. from 28th to 35th Streets has more attractions than just NYC’s only JCPenney (at the godawful Manhattan Mall) and the DMV. It hosts a crafts-hoarder’s paradise, a wonderland of wholesalers selling an irresistible bounty of stuffIdon’tneed: ribbons, beads and baubles, feathers, veils and wedding accoutrement, costume jewelry, cheapo handbags and belts, dried flowers and, finally, the good stuff: big heaping piles of leaves, vines and flowers. The Flower District may be endangered, but it’s still very much open for business. This week I priced some bittersweet for an imminent wreath-making workshop (in my dining room) and on the way out (en route to Brad Ford’s 7th ave. atelier) I ran across a magical storefront. Sophie International! Click through to see what they sell!
