User Login

1034Cover
Weekly Dig
[Greenland]

Fiddlehead: a Green Emporium

Sprouting an abundance of earth-loving schtuff

By KRISTINE BARRY

GL_FiddleheadLG

Fiddlehead, an eco-chic boutique located on the Newb's consumption boulevard, fits the bill for those looking to make their lives greener, bit by sustainable bit. In this up-the-stairs spot, you can score striking earth-friendly gifts, accessories and home goods that span a gamut of price points and styles.

Store owner Carol Miller picks all pieces in the boutique and makes sure that everything—from housewares to jewelry—is not just eco-minded, but beautiful. "The principle behind [Fiddlehead] is that the pieces are both green and attractive, well-designed things," says Miller. "You don't need to compromise the aesthetic for a green choice. We want it to be something you would buy anyway ... and then it just so happens to be green." Some of Miller's favorite pieces in the store are picture frames made out of wood from old homes: "They have these very delicate designs painted on them, and on some you can see the holes from where the nails once were."

The shop's got everything from super-soft wool puppets for the kids to luxe stationery made from recycled paper; from bracelets constructed from palm leaves to show-stopping necklaces comprised of beans. (Beans!) Never mind global warming—who knew green style could be so scorching hot?

 

[292 Newbury St., Boston. 617.247.1120. fiddlehead.us]



Featured Blogs

Silly hats!

By CaraBayles on Thu, Aug 28, 2008 1:14 pm

From the floor of the Pepsi Center!

 

 

 

 

one hatone hat

Anti Climax

By CaraBayles on Thu, Aug 28, 2008 2:27 am

Rooooll call!Rooooll call!So, the roll call vote feels more like a game show than a democratic process. It basically goes like this:

Secretary Alice Germond (the host in our little metaphor), says the name of the state, and the giant screen behind her sports the state's name, and how many votes it's been afforded.

"State," says Germond.


Night Two of Pageantry

By CaraBayles on Wed, Aug 27, 2008 2:48 pm

On Monday night, your trusty Dig reporter was relegated to the press gallery, and spent an hour and a half trying to find the damn booth for rotating floor credentials, being sent up and down the stairs, getting a different answer from every DNCC staffer. It made my thighs slightly stronger and the ball of rage in my stomach significantly heavier. It made me wonder how the Dems would run a country, when they can't credential a reporter. But last night I found the magic booth and got onto the floor, so all is forgiven.






Copyright © 1999 - 2008 Dig Publishing, LLC. All Rights Reserved.