It's 6:25 on a Saturday night and I am still at work. Mad busy here today, one might even say plain old mad. Waiting for the driver to return so I can go home. I have just grabbed a few stems of what's left out of the cooler and they lay wrapped and wilting also ready to go home.
Because, come Monday. we're all going to be showing what's in our houses. Flower wise that is. And if you think I might have an unfair advantage because I work at a shop, you would be wrong. I don't choose, I humbly take the leftovers. And I don't "design", trust me, I put them in any available vase, sometimes snatching out the old and plopping in the new without even changing the water. Don't try this at home!
Home again, home again. Flowers plopped unceremoniously in pitcher. Tomorrow is another day. I'm off to drown myself in the bath. Talk soon.