Honolulu star-bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1912-2010, 1913-09-26
RIGHT FLOWERS
in RIGHT VASE

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One day last September | paid two
calls in a little suburban town, writes
Ruby Goodnow IN the Delineator.
My first hostess ushered me into a
very conventional living ROOM. with
everything placed just so. There was
a tall, cut glass vase Of pink carna-
|'t.uns on the big table. and hostess
apologized for their faded edges she
hadn't been to the city recently. she
said,
Ny second hostess welcomed me IN
d living room that was as good IS
woods and gardens, so full was it Of
outdoors. On her reading table there
was a b.ue ginger jar filed and spill
ing over Wa roses-gone-to-seed, you
know the little dark red balls on their
twisty sred-brown stems ?-rose ber-
ries, / like to call them.
There was a big brown earthenware
jar full Of red and yellow leaves IN
the fireplace, and a brown basket fill
ed with pine twigs, with the needles
and cones twisted Japanese fashion,
on the piano. A huge brass jar Of
gray bayberries and orange red bit
tersweet was placed high on shelf
in a dark corner The room fairly
smelled Of outdoors, and the beauty
of it was that all these woodsey things
would last for months, and be OF real
joy while they lasted.
Now, one Of these women had miss
ed the greatest joy the country has
to offer; she hadn't opened her eyes
to the beauty of the things about her.
Flowers, to her, meant dollhouse flow
ers, and expense, and display but
they didn't mean beauty and sweet
ness She thought of flowers as she
| aid of an expensive dessert for din
ner- something out of the routine;
something of monetary Importance.
The other woman found flowers and
leaves and branches of lasting import
ance. she managed to have them all
the time, and she never bought them.
She refused to admit useless vases in
to her rooms, and selected jars and
bowls ana Jugs of quiet tones, to give
the flowers chance. She use dali
the lowly garden flowers as they came,
and when they came no longer she
went to the woods for leaves and
branches. Certainly her blue bowl
| of rose berries made the pink carna-
ttions In their cut glass vase seem pre-
tentious and artificial.
u like carnations, but love their
country sisters, Glove pinks, better,
Just as love the frazziy garden chrys-
anthemums better than the handsome
forced ones in the florists shop.
If you live In the country you have
all outdoors to draw on for flowers
and leaves, trailing vines and berries.
You can make your vases ana jars In
terestfng all the year round. We in
/ the city, who are dependent upon an
occasional day out of town to get
flowers, prefer the lasting things; the
leaves and twigs that bring the idea
of outdoors into our apartments. When
the old fashioned garden flowers come
Into the city-the lilacs and daisies
adm ionquils and stocks-we empty
our true and tried leaves and indulge
IN these sweet smelling, honey flow
ers.
You can buy better vases and jars
at an ordinary crockery shop than you
can in the bric-a-brae places A brown
earthernware Jar, intended for bean
pot, is very imposing thing when
| it is full of daisies. Remember that
the flowers are supposed to be the
important things. not the vases. Vas
es should be of Huil-toned pottery. or
clear glass, or Of some definite color
of porcelain. For instance a red jar
full Of bittersweet torange and red
berries on twfsty brown vine) is a
fine spot OF color, and a big blue jar
of dark green laurel leaves is very
festful. A dull green jar 10 just
right for lilacs. and yellow bowl
for das;es But these silly little vases
with small necks painted with stiff,