My thumb may be black as a moonless night, but that doesn’t make me any less obsessive about plants. And, right now, I’m hardcore obsessing.
Maybe it’s emerging from the dreariness of a northeastern winter that does it. Or maybe it’s just the buds bursting on all of the trees outside my kitchen window. Whatever it is, it happens at this time every year. I desperately want to become a plant person.
Usually I focus on flowers for outside, but this year I decided that I want to turn my house into a jungalow. Inspired by Justina Blakeney and her magical bohemian spaces that are filled with color and layers and wild greenery, I want to go all out…
… so of course I had to window shop the internet for beautiful green interiors to draw inspiration from.
Obviously, I’m not going to start as big as some of these spaces. That would just be asking for a plant massacre. But maybe if I start small(ish), my black thumb might slowly start sprouting little bits of green until it’s an all-out plant fest and the days of withered leaves and drooping stems are far behind me.
A girl can dream, right?